dropping 10,000 eggs from a helicopter in cartersville after advertising it for 6 months was NOT a good idea. yeah. i’m one of those silly fools who decided to take my dear sweet children to this event. let’s just say, good idea in theory, truly unique.........but DANGEROUS!they were no where near prepared for the thousands that showed up. it was CRAZEEEE.
they did the 2-5 year olds together, most of the parents hunted for their kids, my poor kids, Jacob got 2 eggs, Zach got none, but he did find one "Starburst" candy. (My sweet Jay-Baby shared with his brother.) So anyway, I spend about 60 seconds trying to find Jacob and Zach in that chaos, at this point I’m in a panic - remember as I tell this that the time lapse was SIXTY SECONDS. During this time I find my boys, along with a small boy who clings to me like a bad case of dryer static. This child is maybe 3, doesn’t know his mom’s name (other than Mommie, of course). He’s with someone named Michelle, mommie is at home with his "tiny sister". And he tried to tell me his name but I could not for the life of me understand him. So with my boys in tow, I take him to the sound stage. I stand there with him for HALF AN HOUR and no one comes looking for him. I finally tell one of the volunteers that I have to go and she takes him. I still don’t know what happened, as it became pure pandamonium at this point. I locat mom, Mikey, and Neal, and take a moment to tell Neal that we will stay right here, to come straight to us after his hunt (some bright genius decided to let the next two age groups go together - 6 to 12 year olds). Well that someone also had the bright idea to drop the eggs at this time, with nothing holding back the thousands of excited children (and sadly excited adults) and all hell broke loose. With one swoop of the helicopter, all the kids went running, I told Neal to go ahead - though they were saying "WAIT WAIT WAIT". Then as I see what is happening I go into panic mode and decided to pull my child from the masses. However, I cannot find him in the sea of children and adults. While I’m looking for Neal I find this girl, about 12 or so, lying on the ground face down, covering the back of her head screaming. I go to her, help her up, she was knocked down, and then TRAMPLED. I got her calmed, and made sure she was ok, then helped her to her mother across the field. This poor child had TWO EGGS! All this for TWO FREAKIN' EGGS! Went back into the warzone to find Neal. When I spotted him, I just started screaming his name and pushed my way to him and litterally drug him from the middle of the insanity. Thank god he was wearing bright orange or I would have never found him. Poor kid was clueless, until we were out of the crowd. He had FIVE EGGS. At that point we grabbed mom and the other boys and headed for the hills. This was cool in theory, like I said, and a great marketing tool for this church that put it on. HOWEVER, if no one was physically injured they are lucky. Eggs falling onto heads, people trampling over other people to catch a PLASTIC FREAKIN' EGG = NOT SAFE, NOT COOL.
