Paintballing

Anthony came up with this "Marvelous" idea that as a family we should all go paint balling over Thanksgiving, and some how we all agreed. So we all got up Saturday morning, and for those that have never gone before, put on as much clothing as possible hoping that we would not feel the pain when we got hit (for those of you wondering my outfit is a one of a kind, and can not be found anywhere else, sorry). The game was Steel the Flag with out getting shot. There were some that were scared and hid very well (Nate, Mishaelle, and I) and then those that were brave and actually played the game. We played three rounds and as we were walking back to the trucks I was feeling pretty good, because I didn't get shot. However, that quickly changed, Nate wanted to shoot somebody and I apparently was an easy target, Thanks Nate. It hurt, or as my mom would say "It smarts", for a minute, and then I was ready to play, because I survived the first shot, UNFORTUNATELY we needed to go.