Saturday, March 28, 2015
All children sing
Later in the day, walking my beach, as I do, whatever the weather, which on this occasion was grey and slightly drizzly, halfway along I met another young child singing, standing at the water's edge in his swimming trunks. Singing to himself but with good projection and volume, was this young boy, of similar age to the young girl, though of Maori and European mix. His bare brown chest, and dark wet hair, suggested he had been for a swim, but was now content to sing for the sea, as the drizzle set in and he found himself with some time on his hands to play with and get to know his freedom.
All children sing. What happens?