SITTING in a classroom perched precariously on a chair the size of a small soup plate has had quite an impact on me…
There are the obvious aching joints and loss of all feeling from the waist down.
But there is something deeper – an unmistakable change in perspective.
A realisation that every now and then we need to take to step back and view the world from a different angle – a different place.
And so it was.
I found myself balanced on a tiny plastic seat barely a foot off the ground my legs doubled under a small desk.
Definitely a most unlikely place to gain inspiration and enlightenment.
But it was from this contorted, dreadfully uncomfortable place that I drew mine.
Eye to eye with twenty 11-year-olds imagining the 16th century life of a sailor on board the Golden Hinde – has proved a truly extraordinary experience.
As adults we forget all to quickly what it is to be a child again.
The relative simplicity, the security – the opportunity. In theory nothing is impossible… potential is limitless.
Now imagine being able to feel that again – to be free for a moment from the grinding pressure of being an adult – those money worries, health concerns, work pressure.
That is where I escaped to – and it was incredible.
To listen to the children on the same level – to share their thoughts and imaginations and to encourage them to realise them – is I guess one of the main reasons people teach.
And what a buzz.
The only drawback?
At some point you have to leave that absurdly small chair, stand up and become an adult again.
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