Some parents really like dislike Barney the purple dinosaur. I love him. His songs are catchy and the tunes stay stuck in your head for at least an hour after listening - and once you know the words, well, then there's nothing stopping you! Pop the CD into the car radio, crank up the sound and sing along* - it will definitely keep the kids happy. Seriously though he teaches our kids about imagination. They learn to be who, what and wherever they want to be just by using their imaginations. Before the schools squash it out of them. I never understood how there could be a wrong answer to a question about a poem - no one knows what the poet was thinking about when he wrote the poem, and if he was stoned - as he probably was - then even he didn't know the intention behind the poem. So how could one be marked incorrectly on the interpretation of a poem?
Yesterday morning, long before I had to apply my brain to my office work, I was invited to travel in a space rocket. A beautifully decorated space rocket, with fairies and nursery rhymes on the walls, purple curtains, butterflies on the windows, star charts on the cupboard doors, toys everywhere, and a divinely comfortable bed. We shot at tumultuous speed past stars, the moon, Mars and even flying pigs. We danced while bumping into the sides of the rocket as it dodged meteorites and falling stars. Then we came bumping back down to earth. E went off to school - to continue imagining, and I went off to work, happy with the adventure I had already been on that morning before the birds were even fully awake :)
* Even a certain Uncle has been known to sing out loud, while driving in his car, to the words of 'I love you, you love me'!
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