You know those stories your parents tell about you when you were a kid? They tell them so often you build up synthetic memories as you revisit them over and over again. My father often tells this story about me. “I knew the kid would be alright the day he came back from school with two drawings. ‘Look what the teacher made me do.’ Blue sky, green grass. ‘Now look what I did.’ Orange sky, purple grass.” Yesterday I asked my son “Do you want realistic or solarized color?” “Messed up!” was his response.

As adults, how often do we allow ourselves such creative freedom?

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  • JP, is that you in the picture?


  • cemalekin

    You are referring to a Harry Chapin song, “Flowers are Red”. How true it is that we dumb the kids down by making them conform to our world view. I see this in my students, and many others, who wait for me to tell them how many fingers they have! Be a child, don’t obstruct a child. Adults should be like the person in the game of curling who sweeps in front of the granite sliding on ice.

    Do a google search on “Flowers are red Harry Chapin”

    Your son is ahead of us John, I hope he keeps that pace.



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