I’m at a gymnastics party, surrounded by exuberant children and their explosive popcorn energy. And as I watch them, it strikes me as sad that their birthright – the joy of movement play – should ever be pulled from them, weaned away until they can learn to sit (and sit to learn). Someday they will become teens and adults who are content just with physical adventures of the imagination. This seems wrong.
The pathetic irony of this situation for me (who once was nationally ranked on the trampoline and dreamed of circus life in grade 12 – not of entrance exams to a ‘serious’ education) is that I am content to sit propped against the gymnastic mats – with a view of my favourite apparatus – to take this all in… with my pen!