Destination Imagination Begins...
It
is the first Destination Imagination meeting, and the team is brimming with
excitement. I pick the team up from
school, and the anticipation rises as teachers and envious students watch
wide-eyed as the seven team members dance out the school doors and down to
their awaiting chariot--appropriately, a dark blue passenger van aged with the
marks of children's play inside and out.
When
we arrive at the house, kids and book bags noisily tumble out of the van and
scatter in all directions. "Come
in!" I call uselessly to boys and girls already in the goat pen, with a
path of school apparel strewn between house and barn. I go in, with only Kalli
to keep me company, and prepare the snack.
As the kids tire--or curiosity overcomes energy--they filter in and
crawl under and over the table to arrive segregated, boys on the bench, girls
on the chairs.
I
slide out of the room, still within hearing distance, though not in sight.
"Let's
trick her!" the boys say, and a plan is hatched.
"Jason! Cole!" I say firmly, hoping to hide my
laughter, "throw away your trash."
"I'm
not Jason," says the boy on the right.
"I'm Cole."
"Yeah. And I'm not Cole! I'm Jason!" says the dark haired boy who
suits his name.
"Oh,
I see," I back out of the room before a broad smile surfaces.