I again elected not to go in. My claustrophobia didn't even like me toying with the idea. I could too clearly imagine myself contorted at one of the corners, afraid to draw attention to my situation. Last year I had recently injured my back, but I didn't have that excuse this time, so I felt a bit cowardly in declining. Still, I enjoyed hanging around the campfire and talking with the other parents there.
It took a bit of coaxing to get the boys to come out at the end. Rowen was the first to come out, and he was more than willing to do another quick run-through (less than five minutes) to collect his brother. It helped that I reminded them that they get to go again this Saturday, this time with their Faith Formation group. If I had any concerns that they would be uninterested in going a second time, they certainly set them to rest with their enthusiasm.
I wonder if they'll talk Janelle into crawling through it.