A little girl in my dance class was confused. "Which is your right hand?" I asked. "This one?" she suggested, tentatively, raising her left hand. "No," I said, gently, used to these problems. "That's your left hand. The other one is your right." "NO!" she said, crossly. "That's your right." I smiled and demonstrated to her, "This is my right side; this is my left. That is your right side; that is your left." The little girl turned around so that both of us were facing the same direction. "Now which is my right?" she asked, triumphant at the thought that she had fooled me. I held her right hand. "This one." "How?" she moaned, upset with how fickle I was. "You said that window was my right hand!" … [Read more...]
On Being Old
My grandmother was very ill, and a friend was talking to me about how difficult it was to see my grandmother like that. A little girl, one of my students, was listening to the conversation. Once my friend had left, she asked me, "Miss, what happened to your mother?" "Nothing happened to my mother," I replied, smiling. "Then who was Auntie talking about?" "My grandmother." She looked at me with big, round eyes. "Your grandmother is still alive!?" "Yes!" I replied, surprised. "All four grandparents are alive." Realising that I was lucky in this respect, I asked, "Are yours alive?" "Of course!" she said with a puzzled shrug. "But I'm young!" I, on the other hand, was 24 years OLD. … [Read more...]
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