I Whip Some Fencin' Butt

Yesterday was my dad's 42nd birthday.  A museum called "Palais de la Devouverte" was doing 40 minute workshops for kids, such as teaching them about animals, fencing, and I don't know what else. We all thought it would be fun to go there, and my parents signed us up for fencing, which was something I've always wanted to do.

The instructors put us in a black super unstretchable long sleeve shirt, and then a vest with target in the middle, with a sensor that went off beeping and lighting up when it got hit. Last, but not least, the helmets. They smelled like sweat.

Me and Nola All Geared Up

Then, the instructors split us into two teams according to the color of our vests, green and red. On the red team, there were two boys about my age, and you could obviously tell they'd fenced before. I was a little shy at first, because both boys would always go for me, and I'd be the first person out, but then I just went for it.

We had to all go against one another, not just against the red team, and I was the last one standing. It was so cool! One of the instructors asked my name after I'd won, and after I told him he raised my hand up in the air and said, "Raelyn!"