So I was walking back home and stopped by a playground near some local school. There were no people, quite, nice weather. I stopped to read some article I saved on a phone. Soon there were two kids who came playing and laughing around. They were proudly showing me some shoe paints they stole from school, and saying that they’ll paint all playground in green now. They asked me questions, just talking. Then one boy asked in what grade I am. I answered that I graduated already. Then his first guess on my age was 15, 16?17?18? ‘If more than 18 I’m not talking to you’ he said. I am. Boys were 5th and 6th graders.
Well, we kept talking time from time. Funny talks I’d say. “School starts already in 20 days. I don’t wanna go to that school”. “So what do you want?”, I asked. “Play.”, was his answer. But isn’t school time for playing? So much time after school, no big responsibilities, enjoy, explore, make mistakes.
Why do we always rush somewhere? Time to enjoy is now.