James Hart. That was my junior high school. How do you remember your junior high days? I remember braces, cheerleading, breaking my ankle, awkward school dances, acne, playing the clarinet, and crazy sleepovers. It's because of these fond memories I wanted to get involved with the junior high kids at my church. Another church member started up some events for our 5-8th graders, and I jumped on board. Saturday night we had our first event at Val Lanes in West Des Moines. Some of the kids knew each other and some didn't. I forgot how silly this age group is. Almost nothing they did made sense to me so I had to channel my 12-year-old self. I think it worked at least a bit because I was laughing with them by the end of the night. I even came up with our sweet name: Team Rolling Cheetos. While I want to have fun, I also hope I can be a positive role model for them. Junior high isn't a fond time for everyone. If I can help one kid get through a bit easier or have some fun memories, I'll have succeeded.