Duckling years
MY stint as a frog “London’s bridge Is falling down Falling down.” It is games time, and I am playing with a new group of people. My usual group has skipped out on me to go play with Winnie and her merry band of popular kids. I don’t blame them. I’d probably have done the same if I was in their place. Who wants to spend time with the obscure when they can take a sip from the alluring cup of popularity? The new group is playing a game that I have never played before. The two leaders of the pack form an ark with their hands, and we walk under it while singing the nursery hymn, London’s bridge. The person walking underneath the ark when the song ends is captured. They are then asked to stand aside and wait until all the kids have been captured and the game ends. We are then sorted into two groups by the pack leaders (in the short time I’ve spent with them I’ve discovered that they run the show and their word is the law). One group consists of queens while the other consists of lowly f