I love going to my kid’s school.
I feel very jealous every time I walk into their premises.
I see a few kids huddled around a table, working, co-creating, collaborating, exploring, changing the world.
They have circle time. Everybody shares, no egos, no titles, just being themselves.
Each day they start out with a blank slate. No history, no legacy, just the present.
All the tools they need (Paper, crayons, glue, scissors) are waiting for them. Ready to change everything.
Books and books and books ready for them to read, absorb and mash-up in their innocent minds.
And, when they have recess play time: It’s on. They just play. Because that’s what they are supposed to do.
When are we going to play?
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