Superiffic Saturday

As a child, I always odd.

I really mean odd.

When mom sent us out to ride our bikes, I would walk down to an old neighbor's house to drink "coffee" with her. She mix loads of cream and sugar into the tiniest bit of coffee and we'd talk. She was alone. Nowadays I don't even remember what she spoke about, just the warm house with tiny flower wallpaper and wood panelling. She served me on real china! I felt so grown up.
I was 4.

When we moved to the country - I hid in literature of all sorts, dreamed of fantastical places with my barbies, shot at things with my bb gun, and hung out on the aged bridge over the creek. I had few friends in school, was not incredibly close to children at our church, and became closest of friends with my pets until I was about 13.

I excelled in school once I was able to break past my sister's impression (she was a tad wild). I was awkward, cried easily, and a perfectionist in regards to my schoolwork. I adored writing and art.

These days, I still love both of those subjects.

I would wind myself up so much about school as a child that I would be a nervous wreck.

Now, I help with presentations to gifted children.

We teach origami. This works great for about ages 9-12.

Last year we had 7 year olds in our class amongst 9-12 yr olds.

2 threw up and 4 cried...

It was intense.

This year...

We had the right ages...

No puking, no tears, and in fact - one young man asked Manbeast, "Are you positive that you will be able to teach me something new today?"
Manbeast replied, "Can you promise me that you will be my best student?"
Silence


BTW, Rango was AWESOME!!!
How's your weekend?