My six-year-old granddaughter, being the first grandchild, has been put into many programs, i.e., swimming lessons in the summer, gymnastics, two different dance classes, cheerleading school for little ones and these last few weeks, acting classes. Don't ask. Just read. (Okay, if you need to ask, there are two grandmothers that feel she should do everything there is to do.)
Acting classes are held in the school cafeteria on Mondays after school. As she is my responsibility on school days, I have been taking her to these classes. Today was the last of the series of six classes. She had a good time. I don't know that any of the 15 or so kids actually learned anything about acting, but they had fun.
For example: The young high school girl who was in charge gave the kids the assignment of making up a scenario to act out. Then she paired them and let them do whatever scene they wanted to do. Two young boys decided they would pretend to travel way (key word here is "way") back in time to change the world to make it a better place. The teacher said, "How far back in time are you going?" The answer.............................................................................................1968!
(cough. cough. Could some of you kids push my wheelchair out to the car? I am feeling old again.)
Larryj