I have read Tom Sawyer with my sixth graders several times. I read Huckleberry Finn in college. That dynamic duo were some of the orginal American trouble makers. They lived life just a little on the wild side, pushing the limits of propriety--just like kids today, but in that more innocent, tolerable way. You know, running away from home and sailing down the Mississippi on homemade rafts, only to return home after a criminal tracked them down in a cave.
What does this story have to do with me? My husband decided that will be his 2012 summer high adventure trip with the boy scouts-- to raft down the Ohio River, Tom Sawyer style, with the scouts. So he made a raft to test with the boys, this year. (He's such a kid at heart) Well with the unforcasted rain this weekend, the father/son campout got cancelled because the parking area would have been a muddy mess.
We went up to grandma's and tried out the raft anyhow. We parked in grandma's driveway and hiked and drove our gear in with the 4 wheeler.
I wish I could get my home improvements projects done like he does for the boys. Hmm, I wonder if I adopted 6 boys and had them live here with us if it would make any difference? I doubt it!
Happy Memorial Day!