When I landed in Nepal I had never been so nervous in all my life. Here I was, by myself, in a very foreign country surrounded by a completely different culture and way of life. And after being used to hot showers and a fridge full of food (more or less) for the last 22 years, I would have to get used to cold bucket baths and eating rice and lentils for every meal. Could I handle it? When I first arrived at the home, Arjun, the Coordinator, told me to go introduce myself to the children and the staff. It was a cold, wet day. I walked out to the courtyard and found one small boy playing by himself next to the swing. When he saw me, he smiled and raised his arms in the air, giving me the signal to pick him up and let him hang from the overhead bar. I obliged. After repeating the exercise with the little boy several times, three other children emerged from the main building and raised their arms in the air as well. I took turns lifting each child and placing their hands on the bar, letting them hang, and then helping them down again. Before I knew it, I was surrounded by thirty little kids raising their arms in the air, calling for me to lift them up. Having not yet learned to say No to a child, I played this game for about fifteen minutes until my arms were sore and the teachers said that recess was over and it was time to get back to class.