What once was in our minds, shouldn't be there to haunt us.

Coming back with Little One from a trip outside the school premises I cross one of my old professors when entering the building. And in a rush every dream I had when he taught me comes back into my mind, immediately followed by the realisation I'm doing now what I always said I'd never be doing: teaching. I can give numerous reasons for why I didn't succeed in following my dreams: I'm too shy, I'm not ambitious enough... There is no truer reason than that I have never chosen in life, but let life choose for me. There never was persuing of dreams. What doesn't mean there weren't any dreams. If wishes were horses, I'd be standing knee-deep in their excrements.

The Red Balloon

There's a little story I always use when teaching the little ones, first graders that still have to learn to read and write: The Red Balloon. It's also a film, but I've never bothered looking for it, because it's an old film and old films are hard to come by. Not that hard, it seems. When reading Boing Boing today I suddenly tripped over it. And in the process I discovered a great blog and some nice music.

The Red Balloon as featured on The World of Kane and YouTube.
Music by Duffy. (Don't forget to download the mp3.)
What it's all about: The World of Kane.