A New Approach

The purpose was to capture the opposing team’s flag. This flag was in the form of a brilliant green glow stick. Dressed in all black and camouflage, the teams were split ten on ten. The boundaries were Fall Hall Road and the edges of Robinson Creek circling the camp. It was a drizzly night with only the light of the stars to guide our paths. In the middle of the Northern Wisconsin woods, I became a warrior, army crawling through the unknown territory of the opponent. As the flag guard stood watch, I slyly made my way to his feet without him knowing the difference. Afraid that he had seen me, I laid there silently with my face to the ground until I knew it was safe. As my brain raced with thoughts of tactics to capture the flag, I tried to recall my memory of the land that surrounded me. The land I’ve known so well since I was eight years old was now dark and difficult to maneuver quickly through without getting caught and thrown into the jail cell. It was terrifying, but it was my desire to be the fearless conqueror.