The Loss Bakugan
Last Friday, one of the kids gave away his precious toys collection known as
bakugan to his friends at the school (To tell you the truth this is the first time
I heard the name of the toys). Later, on the same evening his mother found out
about it. The mother started to send whatsapp massages to the school group
and made a huge mess by asking specifically who is the guardians of one of
the kids that have taken some of the bakugan.
Then about five to six mothers started to confess that their son have taken
some of the bakugan. Most of them bring home one or two of the collections
and told their parents that they only borrowing the toys. The mothers felt very
guilty because of their son's behavior and promised to her that they will return
the toys on Monday. Few of them went straight to the school on the same
day just to return the toys.
I believe those kids who have taken the bakugan will be scolded by their
mother because of this simple issue.
This is sad.
As for me, the silent reader, the kids had shown us the best example how we
should live in a community. It's about sharing. This is what I love about kids,
most of them always willing to share their toys with friends without any
suspicion. As a teacher I did think that it is me that learned a lot from them.
A story of mine
Sometimes during the class the children finished their work earlier, however
there are a few of them who are still struggling on finishing it. As a reward
of their great work I gave them time to play with the blocks while waiting
for their friends. I'm always amazed how they always have enough for
everyone. They will gave away some of their blocks to the late one so that
all of them can play together. Sometimes they even gave advice to those
who have more to gave up some of the blocks so that everybody can have
almost the same amount to play. Unwillingness to do so will make you
Now, the tiny us grew taller. Older. We started to own things. A car.
A house. Lands. Savings. We need more. We're greed. We think that
we're deserve to own them. We're afraid to share.
Do we still remember our young and innocent age?
I wonder what happen to the young me. As an adult,
I adore you.
You didn't need much.