P.E.

As before mentioned in this post, I am a missionary kid. I was fortunate to grow up among several other kids, so we did have a small school. Of course, if you have a school, you have to have P.E. I remember doing any number of things for p.e. My favorite was (by far) volleyball class with Flavio. He was great. I still play volleyball today as taught by dear Flavio. Volleyball might have been my favorite but by far the most memorable was marching class. Yes, you read right...MAR.CHING.CLASS.

This was taught to us by our dear Uncle Dave Surrett, an ex-marine (he never quite got over that). Now, marching is not all that bad in itself. But get a group of kids (I would guess ages 7-15) MARCHING all around the soccer field on the grounds of Lima Bible Institute and you have a laughingstock. (is there such thing as a laughingstock? oh well...you get the drift) My sister and I still get the giggles when we try to imagine WHAT must have been going through the heads of those dear Peruvian seminary students. Crazy...insane...weird. And yes, I guess we were all of the above. I can still hear Uncle Dave barking the order, "Colummmmmn Heleft!"(the he before left was actually like a grunt of some sort). And "column left" we did! It was a hilarious time, worthy of an mk's life!