Our first show and tell

When I was in school, not only did we have to take part in the annual speech contest, which was a nightmare for me, but also in show and tell. I remember the fearfull faces of all the kids terrified of being judged and horrified at being laughed at.

So I decided to pas on the torch and make my kids go through it. Plus, public speaking is an art they need practice at, as "stupid" as it might seem to them.

Well our first show and tell was last Friday and we did OK for a first run. Most were admittedly nervous, and ill prepared. 3 minutes was apparently an eternity to them. But I was glad to see some who were right into it, and who brought things that meant a lot to them.

Among the prized presentations were; a seashell brought it by Plamen which he got on his first scuba dive with his dad, Zvezdelina and a photo of her sister, Ava and a book on Van Goghs' biography, and Sarah and her love for her school uniform.

There were of course a lot of people with stuffed animals, and it took me back to me and my red Monkey. I miss him. He is probably in a garbage dump now. Santa brought me my red Monkey when I was 7 and I had to leave it in Iran when we left in 1979. I miss him. He was namelss but the first doll I got truly attached to. At least I have George now :)