Throughout my childhood, I can remember countless times of enduring what Jodi and I referred to as, “FFF” aka, Forced Family Fun. You know, the activity that sounds good in a brochure or advertisement, but in reality isn’t worth the trouble. As we embarked on an adventure to find wild horses on the tip of the Outer Banks tonight, I very much felt like I was about to experience some “Forced family Fun” We were all stuffed into one vehicle (9 kids, 6 adults, and one teenager) to view these wild horses. I was tired, the baby was cranky, and the kids were LOUD!!!
Well, we never did get to see any wild horses, but the area of beach that we visited was desolate, beautiful and full of frothy waves. Nevi and Sam could take it no more, and stripped down to only underwear and dove in. They swam with looks of pure delight. I laughed and laughed, and then filled up my entire memory card with pictures of their adventure.
On the way home we sang every camp song we could think of, laughed and laughed about Jodi’s failed attempt at finding horses, and then picked up a load of seafood for the adults to go home and eat.
This night of forced family fun turned out to be one of the highlights of our trip!