I just talked to my daughter and told me he was very concerned because they had learned the song from the Pulpit ... I guess it was a song that was taught in the garden and was not enough to memorize, but that fact made me think about my childhood and the concerns you had at that age.
Would you ever gone that long to be children again?
I see my daughter and I want to return to that stage, when not mind being clean or dirty, no matter who won or who lost, but just play over and over again, that stage when friends came to your house to get you to play hide and seek or tombo, when innocence was the keynote and the greatest evil was playing with water and soaked finish.
Somehow, through the children, return to being children and give us space to jump and laugh heartily with simple things, we have once again tickled to paint tempera paint, play with cookies (ex dough), to invent stories, to imagine stories, to be happy with those small glow our lives.
Childhood is too short, but today I'm going to stretch and revive playing "Pulpit" with my daughter.
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