Can there be any greater source for that deep rush of familial love and energy than what a gathering™ such as an unschooling conference offers?
Pre-teens scurrying up rock walls… a teenager doing battle with the evil Nightbane in WOW… teens guiding 6 year olds/ teens hugging their parents/ teens hugging each other/ teens hugging themselves… a four year old throwing Wii bowling strike upon strike…
There was also the joy achieved in standing back as your wife tosses arm length upon arm length (a futile attempt as it turned out) of raffle tickets into the draw for the “I am exactly where I need to be” t-shirt!
Beyond that, here are five key first hand experiences from L&L 2007:
Fergus the peripatetic puker: we introduced ourselves to the conference by informing the Centre’s staff that there was a rather large trail of fresh vomit on their carpet and oh, by the way, could they please lend us a few face cloths?
The Flash: we watched Diana attempt to take action photos of a posing Fergus that did not include accidentally exposed genitalia.
Uke Hero: we witnessed Martin and his wee Ukulele croon “The song of the temperance union” in a private concert (negotiations for future official talent show offerings are ongoing).
Dine n’ Dash: I participated in the hottest new game of the century… thieving cereal, yogurt, strangely-filled crepe-like thingys and other breakfast items for fellow conference goers sane enough to stay in bed - all completed with stealth precision, mere yards away from the legion of tray monitoring staffers.
The Hoverer: I laughed as “Lifeguard #4” did his little pectoral dance while standing at the ready, life-saving device in hand, a couple of feet away from two well-chaperoned 7 year-olds playing on the steps of the pool.
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