Every Tuesday at camp, we go bowling. I love going bowling...the kids love it and I enjoy watching them get so excited over the littlest things. Also, it is a very easy activity. Everyone is nice to each other and no one gets hurt.
Except for today.
There is this one boy...he never ceases to amaze me. His mom should get some kind of award. For what, I don't know. It's not that he is a bad kid...he is just high maintenance.
You know the "bowling ball machines"? The ones where the ball comes rolling up from after knocking down the pins? Well, this boy REALLY wanted his ball...fast. So much that he stuck his arm into the machine to fetch his ball. And while doing so, managed to get his arm stuck...while the machine was still running. I did not see this happen. In fact, I never would have known it happened if it wasn't for the ear-piercing scream that he let out.
I turned around, and there he was...stuck. Stuck and terrified. I quickly hopped up and raced over to try and set him free. I started pulling on his arm, but it wouldn't budge. By the way he was screaming, it sounded like his arm was gonna fall off any minute. As I'm pulling I am thinking about what I am going to have to tell his mother...nothing good could come to my mind. So then, I started to panic.
My boss came over and tried to pull his hand free as well. Still, it wouldn't budge. As he is trying to pull this boy's arm out of the machine the boy is yelling, "My hand feels like it is falling off; you're gonna break my arm; it hurts so bad!" Yes, by now, we have EVERYBODY'S attention.
Thankfully, the manager came over, shut the machine off, took it apart, and freed my poor little boy's hand. Praying it wasn't broken I looked down at his wrist...not even a scratch.
You could say we all learned a valuable lesson at the bowling alley today.
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