Tuesday, 20 December 2011
At the end of each year, Eric's school holds a 'Gold Day', which is a special treat for the children who have been awarded a gold merit certificate for their year's work (they first receive two bronzes, then a silver, then the gold). Almost all the kids in the school are eligible -- you have to be really naughty to miss out!
So last Thursday my boy set off to school wearing swimmers, and carrying a towel in his bag. They were set for a visit to the park, a walk to the lighthouse, and a play and swim on the beach.
When I fetched him from school in the afternoon he greeted me excitedly with the news: "I nearly drowned!" He seemed quite proud of the fact, and even showed me his hat, which was still soaking wet (luckily I'd packed an extra set of clothes). It seems the waves were a bit wild, and a big set came in and took a couple of the kindy kids down with it. I was told the headmistress was running wildly along the sand, shouting "Get them out! Get them out!". She's from an inland country town originally, so missed the warning signs.
So the rest of the day was spent on the sand and in the park, and my boy came home exhausted, and thrilled that he had such a tale to tell.
And I'm not worried ... after all, it was a real adventure, wasn't it?