|From Summer 2013|
At the end of last year, I jumped at the opportunity to work at the summer camp my school was running. Though I had initially been set on teaching English, the empty slots in the younger classes meant that my friend and I would spend time with the 4-5 year olds.
It was remarkable how many distinct personalities I encountered that first day. Some were interested only in play, trekking off to the hula-hoops and colorful scarves the minute they laid their eyes on them. Others immediately took to holding my hand and asking me questions. They wanted to know where I was from, why there weren’t any pink scarves, and what was my name, again? Most had personalities so defined that I could imagine them years older, at my age. Read the rest of this entry »