Since our daughter hasn't been placed in enough danger, yesterday SS started six weeks of archery lessons. I am rather biased because I took archery for a semester in grad school. My first experience was at the only summer part time camp I attended as a child. Swimming was the focus and I sucked big time. Then on my first archery attempt I hit a bulls eye, it was wonderful. It was equally rewarding in grad school. And like SS did yesterday, I learned some interesting things about myself in my first archery lesson.
SS being six was very excited about her first class. Also being six she had certain expectations that fell flat. In SS's world she would be handed a bow and arrows (that she's never handled), and then go on her merry way to shoot. In the real world she had to undergo thirty minutes of safety instructions. SS is not the listen and wait type, let alone be told that she is not perfect.
Ready to take her first archery lesson.
There were only three students in the beginners class.
More instruction about how she is to stand and carry her body.
P is sexy and he knows it, and was dropping it like it's hot.
Coach's wife fitting SS's arm piece.
Our little girl with a quiver full, hah.
SS's first shot, her arrows have orange bottoms.
Now SS is happy about the torture we have imposed upon her tiny self.