THROUGH A CHILD'S EYES....
On the weekend we had an adventure. First we picked up two lovely young ladies, Little Miss who is 5, and Young Miss now 9. They didn't know where they were going, just that they were going out. We headed to the city, parked the car....
tested the bike racks for strength...
listened to some buskers, watched some street artists (comments made on the naked women being drawn)....walked seemingly aimlessly until we came to a dumpling restaurant.
Little Miss loved the steamed ones, Young Miss decided she only liked the 'pasta' or the outside of the dumplings.
More seemingly aimless walking until we came to the Regent Theatre...our destination. To see The Lion King.
I do love a good show....and my usual partner in theatre is my daughter, but she had seen this show in London on her trip last year. So other half and myself decided it would be good to take some young folk for their first theatre experience.
There was much excitement when they realised where we were going.
And lots of walking up and down the red carpet. It was decided, after much debate and the 'but I'm older than you' that Young Miss would be queen and Little Miss a princess.... until later when a coup eventuates and the throne is overthrown.
It was wonderful to see how much they loved the show. They sat...wide eyed.....eager to see it all...not in stunned silence. More like 'wow do you see that', 'Aunty Vicki look at him', 'quick quick look behind you'.
Little Miss was scared at one point, when the hyenas try to kill the young Simba, and I found her suddenly sitting on my knee. But after much assurance, and ten minutes later, she decided she could go back to her own seat again.
Young Miss was enthralled from start to finish. She laughed, clapped, oohhed and aahhhhed...and her laughter is infectious. When one of the characters begins to sing a song from Frozen she was first stunned then doubled over in laughter.
This was an amazing show. The costumes and sets....the music and dance....and I'll return to the costumes and puppets. Totally awe inspiring. I loved it, and so too did the girls.
I would have enjoyed this show no matter what. Having the girls with us, seeing this experience through their eyes, enjoying it with them gave so much more depth to the event.
Sometimes we take too many things for granted. Not only theatre shows but small things like dumplings (I'm only going to eat the pasta)....to street artists (how can they draw like that)....to people begging on the street (Aunty Vicki the sign says she's homeless and hungry, why doesn't she have a home?)
Seeing things through a child's eyes gives a new perspective. We talked a lot that night, about the homeless, about talent, about singing and dancing, about going hungry.
We sang hakuna matata and made up versions of this song all the way home, with a bit of Old McDonald had a Farm (in Afrikaans). It was a great night with great company, made more so by the shared experience.
Vicki
tested the bike racks for strength...
listened to some buskers, watched some street artists (comments made on the naked women being drawn)....walked seemingly aimlessly until we came to a dumpling restaurant.
Little Miss loved the steamed ones, Young Miss decided she only liked the 'pasta' or the outside of the dumplings.
More seemingly aimless walking until we came to the Regent Theatre...our destination. To see The Lion King.
I do love a good show....and my usual partner in theatre is my daughter, but she had seen this show in London on her trip last year. So other half and myself decided it would be good to take some young folk for their first theatre experience.
There was much excitement when they realised where we were going.
And lots of walking up and down the red carpet. It was decided, after much debate and the 'but I'm older than you' that Young Miss would be queen and Little Miss a princess.... until later when a coup eventuates and the throne is overthrown.
It was wonderful to see how much they loved the show. They sat...wide eyed.....eager to see it all...not in stunned silence. More like 'wow do you see that', 'Aunty Vicki look at him', 'quick quick look behind you'.
Little Miss was scared at one point, when the hyenas try to kill the young Simba, and I found her suddenly sitting on my knee. But after much assurance, and ten minutes later, she decided she could go back to her own seat again.
Young Miss was enthralled from start to finish. She laughed, clapped, oohhed and aahhhhed...and her laughter is infectious. When one of the characters begins to sing a song from Frozen she was first stunned then doubled over in laughter.
This was an amazing show. The costumes and sets....the music and dance....and I'll return to the costumes and puppets. Totally awe inspiring. I loved it, and so too did the girls.
I would have enjoyed this show no matter what. Having the girls with us, seeing this experience through their eyes, enjoying it with them gave so much more depth to the event.
Sometimes we take too many things for granted. Not only theatre shows but small things like dumplings (I'm only going to eat the pasta)....to street artists (how can they draw like that)....to people begging on the street (Aunty Vicki the sign says she's homeless and hungry, why doesn't she have a home?)
Seeing things through a child's eyes gives a new perspective. We talked a lot that night, about the homeless, about talent, about singing and dancing, about going hungry.
We sang hakuna matata and made up versions of this song all the way home, with a bit of Old McDonald had a Farm (in Afrikaans). It was a great night with great company, made more so by the shared experience.
Vicki
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