Quiet waters

At 7 am, crossing the bridge over the river Spaarne on my way to work. I spent the day alone with 9 children. They were good company. It always makes me think of the days of large families, sitting at the table at lunch time being the only adult with all those kids of different ages. The amazing thing was that there were no tears at all, not in the 10 hours we spent together. No fights, no accidents, no homesickness. The only plasters I had to use were for the fake broken arms the kids made to shock their parents with, from the contents of outdated emergency kits. Something I always wanted to do myself when I was little :-)