ME: I don't know. What are you going to be?
SAMUEL: A turtle.
ME: Hmm, what eats turtles?
SAMUEL: Bear Grylls.
|watching The Mummy|
|cool organ, eh?|
|a view of the unique architecture|
|Samuel patting his horse, Slick|
|view from the trail|
|not the best pic of Samuel, but look out the window!|
|enjoying the scenery at Flying W|
|Look at these two hooligans!|
|These guys were awesome! They do a very fun show!|
|in trouble again|
|Samuel and the mayor of Buckskin Joe|
|that's Pike's Peak in the background|
|If this doesn't get me the Cool Mom award, nothing will.|
|The sign next to us says not to climb any farther!|
|the Kissing Camels|
|filling up at the Twin Spring|
I started to see the catastrophic mistake our society had made when we started believing that the life-giving potential of the sexual act could be safely forgotten about as long as people use contraception. It would be like saying that guns could be used as toys as long as there are blanks in the chamber. Teaching people to use something with tremendous power nonchalantly, as a casual plaything, had set women up for disaster.