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| Walking On Water |
My teenage son was the kind who preferred to spend his time alone in the dark with his computer, NOT doing what one might think a teenage boy would do alone in the dark with his computer.
No, he was and is a tech head. He was constantly programming. And when he wasn't programming, he was gaming. He's pretended to defend the beaches at Normandy more times than I've seen the actual footage of the actual troops actually defending the beaches at Normandy! He's invaded Panama more times than Panama deserves to be invaded.
But he's also reprogrammed his Nintendo DS to act as a wireless portal to his PC hard drive. He's created an alternate screen on his Nintendo DS to greatly resemble a smart phone, complete with useful apps (like calculator, calendar, and games) that he programmed himself. He had redesigned the parent's portal on the county school system (where parents can check up on their kid's current grades and attendance records). Projects like that had earned him a promotion from student, to unofficial Teacher's Assistant in his high school tech class.
Once in a while, he needed reminding that his virtual world was originally based on the real one, and that he needed to join the family on outings, to experience it. He would grunt and groan, but he would always have a good time. He would also always have an experience that would reinforce his theory that he was not meant for the real world, and he would make a beeline back to the virtual one.
One season, we dragged him out for a curious peek at what Old Man Winter had done to our local lake. The Boy (his official nickname), was so impressed at how the marsh had frozen over, that he decided to walk where only deer, rabbits, and ducks had tread. He felt like such a big shot, as if no one had ever walked on water before!
As we hiked through the woods, about a mile in and a mile back, he decided to wander off of the path and onto the ice whenever possible. When we arrived back at the frozen marsh, he went in for a running glide. This is where nature decided to remind him that ice is slippery. His feet traveled faster than his body could follow, and he flew up and into the air. His rear end came down and went straight through the ice!
Woohoo! This Boy was both born and raised in sunny central Florida, and this was only his third North Carolina winter. I swear, I heard every nerve ending in his body scream in terror!
Have you read the story about Boy vs Spring?
