” Bob, – Spent the day paintballing today with my lad, (he was 16 this week) so we took him and his mates. I’m not as fit flexible or mobile as I once was, I’m aching all over now, I’m going to be sore tomorrow. But I battered them it was really fun, eventually they all nailed me, I forgot how much they can hurt. Or I may just be entering middle age, and I’ve gone soft.
We was there for 4 hours, (in the rain), and it cost less than it would of cost to take 15 kids to the cinema, not that it was cheap, but was fun. ”
Steve I went with my 2 male grandbrats, and one very young female, to one of those Paintball places a few years ago. Gdaughter was with me and despite my mobility problems (not as bad then) we thrashed the lads, ‘cos I talked tactics to gdaughter and she listened. But I expected those paintballs to hurt, so I wore thick clothes and so did my little lass. Boys thought that was a bit ‘gay’ which is what we used to call ‘Sissy’. They had bruises, we didn’t.
I wasn’t too bad afterwards, until we also went Go-Karting, which was an absolute hoot! Came home with a sore bum, the seats were bare steel. Defo a Big Fun Day, wish we could do it again.
Always impressed by my youngest gdaughter, she should have been a lad. Dances, sings, climbs like a monkey, in the Guides, off to a Camp tomorrow and won’t care if it rains as long as there is adventure. Also, she listens to granddad: bonus! I love kids, used to be one. Still am, according to SWMBO…??
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