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Children: Our most valuable natural resource.
The Juggernaut
I'm going to start this off a little corny so bear with me. Once upon a time, there was a little boy born into this world. The little boy was naturally a shy, timid creature. He was not born with the temperament for battling and fighting. The little boy was born with a natural artistic ability and could sing, draw, paint, and create all sorts of things from clay and other materials simply from his imagination. His imagination was very strong. The little boy was also born with the gift to learn and craved to know things. Learning came very easily to this little boy because he had a little camera in his head that could take pictures of anything he could later pull up to look at when he needed, and he had a little tape recorder in his head that recorded everything he heard and he could go back and replay the tapes anytime he needed or wanted to hear what he heard again. The little boy was born for creating things, not fighting.
By James Harmon5 years ago in Families
9 Best YouTube Channels for Preschoolers
Do you find yourself handing that tablet or turning on the TV for your preschooler while you get some work done? Well, no judgment here. Staying locked at home without school or friends is tough for the little ones as well.
By Brinda Koushik5 years ago in Families
Drowning in Lentil Soup
DROWNING IN LENTIL SOUP If my brother is in my Mother's stomach, then where does the lentil soup go? My Mother had just finished her bowl of hot soup, and I was staring at her swollen stomach. With each spoonful of soup, she ate, I winced, thinking of my baby brother swimming for dear life in that cauldron called her stomach.
By Thomas Golden, Ph.D.5 years ago in Families
Liv and Vik Versus the Boomer Bears from Space
Kids love to tell stories. Sometimes, those stories are a little weird. That's why I have started the Weird Kids series. If you submit your kids' story ideas to [email protected] you will see them featured here with credit for the storyline! I hope to one day turn this into a business!
By Brandy Enn5 years ago in Families
To The Ben's of The World
From an eagle's perspective, it was a perfect location. The greenery of a field deep forest tree surrounding a lake with a man-made bridge. From a child's perspective, it was an adventure playground. And from my perspective, well it started off pleasant...
By Louise Spathonis5 years ago in Families
Childhood Room
Childhood Room (Re Write) Radio Times Radio Times. It was not that late , I was huddled up in my bottom bunk , covers , quilt pulled up tight up over my head. One ear on the pillow and a small creamed coloured ear piece in the other. This time was my time , just the warmth of my bed and my little blue , battery driven , manually tuned radio. This radio was my window on the world. A world that could not be manipulated, a world that conjured up image after imagined image, filling my head with visions of the world. Introducing my young self to culture, language and all the different jarrahs of music. I have brought the radio from an old Electrical appliance shop in Lowestoft. I had saved up the £10 over a year, birthday money , pocket money, corona bottle money. Corona bottles were a brilliant way to find money. Three pence per bottle retrieved and returned to the newsagents. I would scrawler the building sites around our house, especially in the summer. The builders plasterers, carpenters, roofers would all discard the empty bottles. Three pence not much for an empty bottle for them, to me it all added up and helped to make my first large purchase.
By dominic Joseph zenden5 years ago in Families
I Didn't Have The Average Mom
I know you are expecting a story about how my amazing mother influenced and raised me but this won’t be exactly that. Yes, my mom did influence me but to go in the opposite direction as her. I will give you a brief background before I fill in the blanks. My sister was born shortly after I turned 2 years old and just a few months after her birth my mom gave both my sister and I to my dad to be raised. She did this because she was 18 years old, not ready to be a mother, and wanted to experience and enjoy her life.
By Samantha S.5 years ago in Families
Zephyr Mother
I was lucky enough to be raised by many of the goddesses themselves. My aunt Natalie, goddess of the earth, my aunt Jodie, goddess of the water, my aunt Ruth, goddess of reason, and my grandma Linda, goddess of compassion. While I cannot attribute my incredible childhood to one single individual, my mother not only created a perfect life for my sister and me but blew sunflower seeds onto the soil we grew out of, turning our faces to the sun.
By Taite Krueger5 years ago in Families
Summertime
Ah, the many sounds of Summertime are here. I have so many wonder memories of Summertime. The first is that I didn't have to wake up early to catch the bus to school anymore. I could sleep in as late as I wanted to and do what I want to do without a teacher to teach me.
By Terri Rosall5 years ago in Families
My Childhood Room
The Other Side I had little that I could claim as 'mine. A few games, an old red box drop record player and my collection of Subbuteo, and a large pile of 'Shoot's magazine. ( A football comic that published glossy colour photographs of all the English and Scottish football teams. )
By dominic Joseph zenden5 years ago in Families
My Childhood Room
Belonging. No exaggeration I hated school with a passion. Having just left all of my old school behind and moved a hundred miles my new school was a different world. Too much new' to get used to. The school I left was old in every way. Old classroom, old playground and most of all old teachers. These old teachers had long lost values and strange ideas of how children should behave. In todays world it is almost impossible to relate to the methods of teaching. I am talking about the days of free school milk, tiny bottles top with silver foil lids that at 10 30 am every morning would be given out free to every child in England . No doubt a legacy from war time, twenty years pervious. Mrs Kurd an elderly slender woman in her early thirties ! Grey hair would penetrate her naturally raven black straight shoulder length hair. She was okay as teachers went, I just hated having to read out loud to the whole of the class. The fear of ridicule as I stumbled over simple words would put the fear of God into me. I also dreaded getting my English text book back. It would be filled with red lines and spelling corrections, normally accompanied with 'See Me' in bright red letters at the bottom. Gold stars were for other children with a keener aptitude for the written word. Mr Cook the headmaster a round plump man with no hair would be rarely seen, but if you had to see him you were in trouble. An old fashion school that still put sixpence in the Christmas pudding. The whole school came together to celebrate all of the Christian festivals. Like many of the children of my generation I could not bare morning assembly, cold floors and Christian hymns ! Enough to put you off religion for life. One memory that I had of 'Merryworth' Primary School was how the whole school was gathered together one cold frosty winters morning. Mr Cook, who never took assembly, stood stern faced in front of the whole school. In a menacing soft voice only just bearable said, " someone has drawn on the school toilets." And he wanted the culprit to own up and face their punishment ! If no one owned up Christmas would be cancelled. Unbelievable - no sixpences in our pudding, no school play or half day closing, all because a child of 6 or 7 years old had drawn a 'V' on the wall of the boys toilets. It worked and the two boys were expelled from the school in disgrace. How times have changed. My new school was nothing like my old school. It was modern, with younger teachers. It was also newer, only just built with brand new classroom with sky lights pointing upwards towards the sky in the middle of the hexagonal shaped rooms. Central heating in the winter, air conditioning in the summer. A long way from the dirty wooden building of Merryworth C.P. I still hated assembly and lessons, but at this new school psychical education was fantastic. The P.E. Lessons for the boys were taken by an ex professional footballer, who also ran the local paper shop. On a Wednesday afternoon the shop would close half day and Mr Small ex Luton, Everton and Liverpool.F.C. would teach us how to play football.
By dominic Joseph zenden5 years ago in Families
