Waiting at the Shed

I took this photo on a whim--- I suppose it was even an accident. I was stuck in the car while my hubby was delivering sterile medical equipment to one of our orthopedic surgeons in this area. These are school kids; they probably know each other, but they don't care to chat. They are looking at another kid who also does not care to talk to them.

At this time of day and with nothing at hand, so many things can go through a child's mind. Don't even discount politics; they, too, have their share of raves and rants--- although it could all just boil down to the worst election campaign jingle or that sort of thing. Still, these youngsters are not blank slates like some would assume. They were never blank to begin with.

You would be scared to say, but they also may be thinking about romance this early. The many telenovelas foster this kind of attitude: love blooms in the oddest of places, in the earliest of ages. They could be wondering how true advertising is--- and planning on how to save up for a mother's surprise such as a few Xenical tablets or a tiny jar of Pond's Age Defying formula.

No, I don't think they still dwell in the torture of academics during their free time. Much more possible that they are figuring out which chores to do at home, or which hobby (of the 12 million that they have) to enjoy, or what meryenda and dinner are. Oh, I am so sure of that, of course, based on experience.

Lastly, they could be worrying about why their parents or guardians are late in fetching them. Did something happen on their way? Did they forget it was their turn to pick them up fom school? Or did they just get swept off their senses in whatever probably illicit activity they got tangled in before going to the shed---oh yes, kids understand these arrangements.

How did that happen when you never teach them anything bad? Well, try sitting at a waiting shed one afternoon, just about when you border hazy consciousness and upright sleep, and I guarantee that the answer will come to you.