Watching school children in the Spanish town of Almeria brought back some happy memories of when I worked as a teacher. It made me realise that it doesn’t matter which country they come from, it doesn’t matter what gender, race, age or culture; children will be children.
The girls sit on the side lines and gossip with hurried whispers, clandestine looks as secrets are shared. They huddle together planning, plotting, laughing and giggling; happy to be together.
Boys on the other hand are oblivious to these machinations, as they are too busy racing around the area making mischief or they are so involved in their football game that only an explosion of a whistle would get them to stop!
Relaxed teachers supervise and as long as there is no blood; all’s well with the world!
Oh, happy days!