July 10, 2004

I ran next to Richy this morning, holding his hand as he unicycled, all wobbly, his eyes hard and determined. When I let go he kept going, all on his own, and I took a few slowing steps behind him as he traveled further and further away. We he finally hopped off, everybody applauded and he grinned and sparkled and cried, "Did you see that?!"

Later in the afternoon, Andrew, all portly and awkward, clambered onto the unicycle and huffed and puffed his way along the bars, falling every two feet and then getting back on. When he had made it all the way to the end of the bars, he fell and the unicycle went skidding across the pavement and he looked up full of wonder and joy and said, "I did it."

The first day the kids arrived, I lugged the Clown Mobile down the hill and shouted "who wants to juggle?" Two kids walked by and scoffed, saying "yeah, no" and I felt so completely uncool. The next day, however, they got tired sitting around watching the other kids having a good time. They ambled over and kicked the cart and said, "you wanna teach us something?" They've been with me every day since, and when they see me at the dining hall they give me high fives and, dude, I am so cool now.

Madeleine jumped up and down this morning, her arms above her head, happily declaring that "being a clown was her whole universe now." Richy told me that when he goes to sleep he dreams about unicycling, and that he sometimes wakes himself up by peddling his legs. His mom told me that he gets up at seven every morning to be sure he is not late for when I arrive at nine-thirty.

Scott, who sat alone the first few days of camp playing his guitar, is now a diabolo expert. I rely on him to teach all of the new kids. Eli teaches yo-yoing and Mike shows everybody how to spin plates. And Erica is my juggler.

This totally rocks.

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