When I go to pick my children up at school, they are “safely” tucked into their classrooms or maybe the office. The outside of the school is almost sterile in its unoccupied existence.
When I leave for my car at the school where I teach theater, it is a wonderful scene. Multi-aged games of basketball are a daily occurrence. The jungle gym is dripping with small kids. In short, the place is alive.
I realize that the difference may be, in large part, due to the fact that more kids can walk to their playground at one school. But that doesn’t explain it all.
I’m not sure why I thought this was worth mentioning. Maybe because when I have told people that I teach in the city I have been put off by some responses. That I should be careful. That they hope my car will be safe. What I have found is a kid centered community. A place where kids play. Like they did when I was a kid. Not this strange fabricated environment of playdates and organized sports. A place where kids walk to have fun. Not where they driven to every inch of their scheduled lives. What I have found is a community. A place where the village is paying attention. Where people know each other.
I’m really quite proud to be a part of it.E