The thing is, children today seem so dissatisfied with life. I am not animated (apart from in the first hour, when the headache hasn't fully-formed), I do not flash different colours, I do not have an interesting name, and if you push the X button, I will not kung-fu kick my opponent. The caretaker was lovely, and I have no desire to harm him in any way.
Yes, we live in the age of the video-gaming console. Without tarring all children with the same brush, many young people speak solely the language of X-box, PSP and DS, and I am not fluent. Indeed, I am only a beginner, due my enjoyment of taking lead guitar in Rock Band. So, presenting twenty kids with large drums, which do not require a remote control or handset of any form, was bound to be interesting.
The result, I have to say, was fantastic. All of the drummers attacked with gusto, and came up with a pretty impressive sound, which could be heard on the street. I spent the first hour stationed outside the room, expecting tantrums from some of the younger participants. However, I waited in vain...even when the children emerged sweating and faint from their exertions, there was not a whimper of discontent.
Forgive the short post, but my experience this past week has been that if you take a child away from the computer, amazing things really can happen.
