This is just ideas for stuff to do, will add more as we keep going video ideas -minecraft -storytimes - - script for a me story So, one time in like, third grade or something, my mom worked until 5, meaning I stayed for the extended day program a lot. One time, we were all in the gym playing Doctor Dodgeball, which is basically dodgeball, except one person is the doctor, who can heal people. Well, me and the doctor were the last two standing against the enemy team that had the TEACHER, who was throwing fastballs at like 90 miles an hour! I was the doctor's meat shield, standing in front of them so he could heal me when I inevitably got hit with a fastball. But somehow, against all odds, I caught the ball WITH MY ARMPIT. The teacher was out, and we won the match. - - script for another me video (idk if we should alternate times we write scripts for videos) So one time, my mom was late picking me up from my extended day program, and I was out on the playground. It was that weird time of year where the sun set early, but it wasn’t winter anymore, if that checks out. It was still dim, though, so it was pretty hard to see. I was up on the highest platform I could get to, waiting for my mom. And then suddenly, there’s like this group of teenagers. Most of them were guys, but there was one girl with them. They were all dressed in a T-shirt and pajama pants, and I took notice of them, but ignored them. But all of a sudden, they asked me if I wanted some candy. Now I was, what, 9, maybe 10 at the time, so I naturally asked them what kinds they had. They said, and I quote, “We got Reese’s, M&Ms, Skittles, every kind.” And so I asked them if they had Starburst, because that was my favorite type of candy at the time, especially the cherry ones. They said they did. I asked them if they had cherry Starburst, and they, again, said they did. It was here that my rational brain kicked in. This was exactly like the “free candy” tricks kidnappers use. I responded with “I don’t think my mom would like me eating so much candy without me telling her. At least I can be safe sometimes, or at least three or four years ago. I sure wasn’t safe when I was 5, telling people where I lived so they could “play with me” or jumping off a four-foot tall ledge. stuff we gotta do learn to edit - wait for Nox bday make me spirtes - soon find a time we can record - some saturdays figure out how were gonna play together - geyserMC u know my mail address
