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Comments for Playing the Same Games:
Last night on our way to the monthly BookCrossing meeting, Sean and I had a chance to finally talk about the new school without interruption. Listening to him enthusiastically describe his day brought back memories of my own year or so at preschool thirty years ago.
Sean is learning all the classic play-songs that kids seem to learn at this age. I remember how we would be taken out to the grassy part of the play ground each day to play a new game. I especially remember learning how to play "Ring Around the Rosy" and "London Bridge" as both were fun but sounded dangerous. I remember thinking things like: "What if we can't get up after we all fall down?" and "Which girl was locked up and what if they want to lock me up and throw away the key next time?" In Sean's case, they are learning "The Hokey Pokey" and another one I'm having trouble recognizing from Sean's description.
Then during free play, I remember my friends and I (whose names I have forgotten) would wander off the blacktop to a patch of sandstone hillside, heavily eroded by years of rain. It had a wonderful view of the canyon and Genessee Road far below. We had decided that there were dinosaur bones buried there and if we just stuck with it, we'd discover them and become famous. Now Sean is doing the same thing with his friends in patch of dirt near the goat pen. Sean and I had never discussed my old dinosaur hunting days and yet here he and I are sharing this moment of play!