Today was "International Day" at the school where I work. Parents set up a bunch of booths representing different countries and served authentic (kinda wanna put quotes around that) food. The school also brought in some entertainment which included Taiko drumming, Brazilian dancers, and one of UCSC's talented acapella groups.
One of the songs that the acapella group sang was "Circle of Life." During the song, a group of kindergartners joined hands and started dancing in a circle. The combination was so magical, so surreal, I momentarily suspected that I was actually on the set of some feel-good family movie and we were shooting the final scene in which differences are reconciled, friendships restored, and we all join hands in a symbolic union of our fleeting mortal souls. But this was not so. This was reality.
I told my one of my lover-of-children friends (because child-lover just wouldn't fly) about this incident and he said something awesome and brilliant and insightful.
"It's genetic...The urge to hold hands and dance in a circle to Circle of Life...Nobody has to teach you that."
Think about it.
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