We all knew those cool kids. Perfect hair, always in the right clothes, walking down the hallway like they owned the place. It was a relief to say goodbye to them.
And a joy to usher in the new wave of cool kids.
Clothes they picked themselves, wandering a museum (often independently), little treasures traded and freely given.
These are the kids who roam these halls, who walk freely in the city in the middle of the day, who can talk about whatever they want with whoever they want.
These kids, these deeply cool kids, don’t have to do anything more than be themselves. They are celebrated for that, and they accept each other. They’ve achieved the sort of self confidence, empathy, and freedom (most of the time, anyway) that many of us don’t know about till at least our mid thirties.
These kids don’t know how cool they are. They don’t fully understand how joyful, exploratory, and full their lives are – at least when compared to being in a school setting all day. They (usually) don’t have a lot of outside pressure put on them, they have the chance to explore internal motivation, they are all in the same place but might be doing different things.
These kids are sketching. Or looking at mummies. They are playing in the children’s area, marvelling at ores, hiding around corners to jump out and scare each other.
They do what they do, they are who they are, and really, what could be cooler than that?
Curious Adventures 