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I sat with the grandkids at KCU's fire pit while Beth and Sarah finished getting their steps in this evening. We played a group storytelling game Sarah's family brought to us called What Good Luck/ What Bad Luck. Someone starts with "What good (or bad) luck... and introduces a scenario the next person builds on with the opposite "luck" and it continues around the circle, alternating luck, two or three times. One of today's stories included Korah being a Russian spy who was trained by bears. Noell had a chef that tried to poison her and her skin fell off. When it was my turn to begin a new story I brought up our Native American Indian ancestor Tripping Pebble. (Backstory, he was a rather clumsy toddler who never outgrew the propensity to end up on his face or backside, so when he passed his manhood challenge the new name he received acknowledging his feat was Falling Rock. One day he left the village to hunt and didn't return. Everyone searched and searched, but he was never found. People are still looking for him to this day. That's why there are "Watch for Falling Rock" highway signs.)  Addyston started a thread with "What bad luck, Grandma fell into a well" and the next person turned me into a Ninja with extraordinary skills who was able to scale the walls with no problem. Turns out I am pretty awesome and I have a judey chop that is unstoppable. It was a lot of fun to go from a washed up old woman to an unbeatable warrior Ninja Grandma.