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[aid] => mick
[title] => First School Day.
[time] => 2006-01-14 09:04:47
[hometext] => I still remember my first day at school. bern
[bodytext] => Thomas a young boy living down the street greeted very friendly whenever he saw me. Next week he would start his first day in the infant’s school. Thom as most people called him was not really looking forward to his first day at school. I met Thom with his mother in the town and asking him how he liked the idea of going to school he was afraid that he would loose his friends the Fairies. His mother had told him that there were no Fairies in school and it was about time that he started thinking of other things. “ He has got his head stuffed full with Fairies and the like,” said his Mother. She shook her head a little too much I thought. Did she not see Fairies herself at Thom’s age? I went on my way and did not give the matter too much thought I had other things on my mind. Thom had been at school for two days when I next saw him. He was strolling along with half a dozen Fairies flying around his head. As he got nearer to the school other children appeared and they also had Fairies flying with them. At the school greeting the children as they arrived was one of the schoolteachers. She saw no Fairies and rather thought that children were always excited at going to school. I myself thought that the Fairies would leave the children at the school gates but no; they went into school with the children. The children were not paying much attention to the teacher they were happier laughing at the tricks the fairies were playing. Pieces of chalk wrote simple words on the blackboard other chalks drew coloured flowers. The children were fascinated and many of the kids were excited. The teacher did not see any of this she was facing the class and the Fairies took advantage of this. I quickly put an urgent mental call to Her Majesty Queen Feeana to tell her what was happening and to get her help to rid the school of Fairies. The children were at school to learn, not to play with the Fairies. Besides it was not fair on the teacher who was having a rough time with the kids, as they were at school for the first time. Her Majesty came at once and quietly told the Fairies to quickly leave the school and to go back to their forest homes. Before Her Majesty left she threw magic dust over the children who then got on quietly with the work that the teacher had given them. On my next visit to the woods I had some explaining to do. Why had I called the fairy Queen and why were fairies not allowed in the school. I reminded the Fairies of there own school days where they too had to learn all of the things that a Fairy needs to know. Now all is quiet in the school and the children are kept busy learning. The only time that Fairies are mentioned is when every day in the last half hour the teacher reads a fairy story. Thom now goes to a Grammar school and certainly has no time for fairies but I still see him occasionally in the woods. He has learned that one does not talk about the Fairies or other people might think that he is not quite right in the head. I still see fairies flying around him and I know that he talks to them but as he does not want to speak about them I say nothing. Thom still does not know that I myself am very friendly with the Fairies. He still greets me and smiles and I know that one day he too will have children and I am sure he will tell them of the Fairy folk that live in the woods. Fairies do not accompany children to school anymore not only is it one of Her Majesties own rules that all Fairies obey. They now realise that small children have so much to learn that every minute wasted at school is a big loss for the children when they go on to a Grown ups life. [comments] => 1 [counter] => 197 [topic] => 43 [informant] => bernard2 [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 8 [ratings] => 4 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => oops )
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