I turn around to see Lea almost at the top of the cargo net.
“Cass, can you get me down now?” She yells from fifty feet in the air.
I sigh. This is the second time this week she’s gotten that far. She’s still reaching for the tire swing that is suspended three feet above the end of the net.
“Lea, are you sure? You’re so close!” Reese’s, my co-counselor shouts up to the little brunette girl who is now just dangling from the ropes looking nervous, as if the harness might snap.
“Yeah, Cass. Please? I’m scared.”