Walking past our local primary school the other day I realised three (probably very obvious) things. 1) You shouldn’t stare at the children because it makes you look more than a bit dodgy and that is never ever good. 2) Being young is approximately three hundred million times better (or infinity, whichever is greater, but somehow three hundred million seems even bigger as it is a real number and infinity is just endless and a bit boring) than being old. 3) The things we used to do as children...Why, exactly, do we suddenly decide that they aren’t fun any more and start doing lots of other things which are more adult, yes, but also very dull? Who knows, I am yet to find someone expert enough in the field to answer my question. (There was a four but I thought this wasn’t quite so important so put it in brackets: 4) uk teaching jobs look really demanding. I’m not sure I would want to be in charge of those noisy little animals...)
This is why I posed a question at the pub the other day: “why don’t we all do some painting at the weekend guys?” I said, with enough enthusiasm to beat the loud awful music into getting their attention. “I mean, why don’t we?”
Then they started to mock, calling me an idiot, and a drunk idiot at that. Which was true: I was indeed drunk, but they were missing the point. So I explained further. Said about how I had had this epiphany and realized that there are loads of fun things we used to do but just don’t any more. And soon I started to get convertees: people came to my side of the table and pondered this with great thought again.
Then someone three their drink at me and everyone laughed. Hahaha.
But still, it was worth a go I think. And I’ll keep trying too, because I see no reason why us adults can’t have as much fun as them kids.
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