If you think I'm going to tell you a story about a guy I really like and finally got together with, you are terribly mistaken. I could never do that; I'm a way to private person. Even though some of you are half way around the world, you are still too close to pour my heart out like that. I barely know you. But I hope to get to know you better soon though. :) But, no. I am going to tell you a story about a pretty odd friendship of mine...

For a little less than a year ago, I was supposed to have my practical working experience. After calling lots of different people, I got a job at a kindergarten. When I first got there I didn't know anyone, and I was so nervous. But let me tell you, I was worried for nothing! You all know how amazing kids are, so full of life, joy and hope. They're still innocent enough not to be aware of suffering. Still innocent enough to be living in a world without misery. They are so open and loving, and prejudice doesn't exist in their world. I sat down on a bench together with the other preschool teachers to listen and observe. And there he sat, Johan. A little boy with brown, curly hair, bright blue eyes and the most adoring little round face. He looked a little sad so I asked him why he wasn't playing with the other boys. He answered that he always sat down on that bench after he was dropped off, and said that he liked to "listen and observe". That was the beginning of two of the most amazing weeks in my life.

He was not like the other children and he reminded me of myself. He was very smart and could read and write, even though he just had turned 5. He was the black sheep, and I liked that. Together we folded origami paper cranes, read books and played with spiders. We played with Lego. I made the sphinx and pyramids, and he made... something unrecognizable. :P We made small cities in the sandbox, I kicked his and the other boys @ss in soccer, we made a house out of paper and built a block tower twice as tall as me. We made a farm in clay and sang, danced, and laughed together. But then, all of sudden, the two weeks had past. It broke his little heart.:( He cried and shouted he loved me and didn't want me to go. It was heartbreaking to see! We just clicked, and even though I had only known him for two weeks, I felt I had known him my entire life!

But I and his parents talked, and now I baby sit him and his sister from time to time. It is always as fun to come and he lights up when I come through those doors. :)