I made a trip down to Pasir Ris Library today. The objective was to attend a story-telling session at the Activity Room. There was no information on the website that indicated anything about entrance except that it was free. So I went down with joy and excitement hoping to pick up some tips and ideas on how to be a story-teller.
The lady at the counter dropped the bomb of disppointment on me when she told me that the session was only for children between the ages of four to eight. She asked if I had any kids. I said no. Then she apologised for the fact that I will not be able to attend the session.
I wonder why. Initially, one would think that this is purely a story-telling session. Why would age be a factor? I am not sure. Perhaps, such measures would allow children to feel more comfortable in being themselves and expressing themselves. Perhaps, because I do not fall within the targeted customer segment, the lady thought that it would be a waste of my time.
Is that how we lose ourselves as we grow older? We fail to bring ourselves back to where we we can feel safe and really be ourselves. Free from worries and constraints. Free from critical eyes. Real freedom!
Or have story-telling been translated into movies for adults? But they are two different things?
No comments:
Post a Comment