It is nice to start the morning with a fun new activity for the day. I picked something cool and different for this Saturday morning…an archery lesson! I found it while carefully perusing through the groupons and living socials for something new to try. Archery jumped out at me, perhaps because I remembered the archery range I saw at Blackwell forest when I first started this Days of New experiment.
They started off going over the safety, the whistle signals, and then the general technique involved in firing a bow and arrow. Initially the targets were very close as we practiced the maneuvers. I was thrilled to see how consistent and accurate I was firing. After that, they moved the targets further back for us. This proved to be a bit more challenging, but I was having a lot of fun too practicing my aim, accuracy, and precision. About 40 minutes into the class, a couple other people appeared. They were supposed to have been in our class, but they got the times mixed up somehow and thought they were in the next class.
I had a lot of fun with this. At the end, for our final round of shots, we replaced our targets with two balloons. This was my favorite part of the class. My two balloons, red and blue, hung next to each other on the board. I was excited and determined to pop them both before I left home. I raised the bow, pulled the arrow, and carefully took aim at the red balloon on the left. I focused, concentrated, and fired the arrow into the air towards the bright red balloon. And missed.
I tried again. And missed again.
My first two shots were far left. Then I heard a loud pop and realize the girl next to me had just hit one of her balloons. I was feeling slightly frustrated now. I decided to aim at the blue balloon instead. I once again raised my bow, took aim, and released the arrow. And missed that one too.
POP! With a bang the ballon exploded and little pieces of blue colored rubber flew into the air. Success! I could go home in peace now. I had just popped a balloon with an arrow! However I still had two arrows to shoot, and that other balloon. I once again aimed for the red balloon, and once again missed, firing too far left.
There was just one arrow left. The room was now full of people behind me who were signed up for the next class. There were probably ten people back there, focused intently on me. This didn’t help my situation. Feeling their eyes on me, I lifted my bow and arrow once again, and focused all my energy on that little red balloon. This was it. This was my only chance left. I had to do it. I focused on the target. There was nothing in the world except that arrow and that balloon.