Going over some of my now non-existent blog’s old posts and remembering some really good times. Dramagination was a class I created, this one is about the 3-5 year olds. It was just so much fun, I can’t wait to teach it again to a whole new group of weird kids.
dramaginashaaaaaAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH
Just to keep the internet world updated on what’s going on in the dramagination world…
The younger group seems to love ghosts. As in, they're into to being ghosts. For 3 or 4 weeks now, we’ll be playing somewhere unconnected with the undead, like a spaceship, under water or in a treehouse (three favourites, I’d say), and sure enough, someone will hear a noise.
And it sounds like a ghost.
And then whoever tries to stop that noise, seems to become that noise.
Until the vast majority of us IS that noise.
You know the noise.
"Oooooooooooooooooohhhhhhhhhhh"
The ghost noise.
I don’t know what it wants. It doesn’t form words. It’s shape is a floaty, finger-wiggling blob. It doesn’t listen. It just chases, and spreads and gets louder.
It gets so loud, it becomes self aware. And that’s when it changes.
Something in the minds of the children snaps when they realize, THEY ARE SCREAMING.
AND NO ONE IS STOPPING THEM.
And then the screaming is indeed a sound to behold.
Inevitably, one or two kids will cover their ears, and/or look at me as if to say “why are they doing this?” and then “why are you letting them do this?!”
The look I return says “welp, they’re screaming now, it’s happening.”
The screaming does stop, eventually, and I find the energy in the room shifts to an other level of excitement - a more mature, connected, we can do anything level.