Billy the Kid

So, I have a bit of experience working with kids, teenagers, even adults in various teaching settings. I'd like to just share some of my work history here on my blog with you. When I was 16 and 17, I worked at a summer daycare program. I totally loved this job! My group was the little ones, the kindergarten aged tikes. And being with these 4-6 year-olds during those care-free summer days was so fun.

I'll never forget some of the hilarious/horrifying stories from those blazing Tucson summers. One day we were playing outside near the swings and the tough grassy field. I was exhausted because, well, I was young and it was the summer, so I hadn't slept much before starting my early work day with the little ones. So I suggested we play the silent and still game (oldest trick in the book, I know). I said whoever can stay still the longest and stay the quietest will win a prize (I had found this little plastic jewel toy in the grass earlier).

So they all lay on the grass and I did too, just resting my tired eyes beneath a cloud. Then, suddenly, Billy began screaming! Like, murderous frantic screams. I popped up and went to him imploring what was the matter. After a few seconds I realized to my horror that Billy had lain upon an anthill and was covered with tiny black biters. I swept all the ants off and and shook them out of pants etc. I begged forgiveness--man I felt like the biggest failure ever. Billy soon recovered and I learned the importance of solid sleep when working with youngsters, and the terrors of the Wild West Desert dwellers. Never again did I make that mistake.

Yep, this is me at the ripe young age of 17. Until next time you wonderful people who have somehow read this blog-- Au revoir!