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The Simon Says Game

At the camp I was at, there were speakers. Since the camp was a church camp, it focused on talking about the Bible, God, and stuff like that. To do that, they would invite a guest speaker each year to the camp to talk about it.

This year’s guest speaker, I found out, was some people called the Skit Guys: Tommy Woodard and Eddie James.

They were supposed to be really funny, and we were about to find out. When we first arrived at camp, Tommy hadn’t arrived yet, so it was just Eddie. He decided to kick off the beginning of camp with a game of Simon Says.

We all stood up.

“Hi,” he said, “I’m Simon. Simon says put your hand on top of your head.”

We all put our hands on top of our head.

“OH NO!” he cried suddenly, “Simon’s not Simon, because someone stole his identity! You’re all out! OUT, I say, OUT!”

He watched our stupefied faces. Then his mouth spread into a wide grin, and he began to laugh. We all knew by now he was just joking.

“Oo-okay, j-just kidding,” he sputtered through laughter.

“Start over."

We all put our hands down. Immediately he pounced on us. "Simon didn’t say to start over!"

"You’re right," I muttered, "because Simon’s been kidnapped, and his identity has been stolen."

"Okay, seriously this time, Simon says put your hand on your head."

We all did so. "Okay, Simon says put it down. Simon says put it up. Simon says put it down. Put it up."

Everyone who had raised their hands for the final "put it up" were all out.

And so the game continued. I easily got out, but it was fun enough watching everyone else.

When there was only two people left, he called them up to the front, so we could all see. Then he said, "Simon says stand on one foot, and raise your hands above your head."

They all did so.

He motioned taking out his Bible. "Okay, everyone, we’re going to do our sermon now. Everyone—"

He stopped to look at the two people standing in front, eyeing him like he was mental.

Again, he broke into laughter. The game continued, until there was only one person left.

He won a DVD. We all won an hour of comedy.

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One Comment

  1. backbuffer
    Posted August 19, 2008 at 8:55 am | Permalink

    Hahaha! Funny… It needs a mind work out…

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