Life has gotten so busy! With work and school, I sometimes feel I barely have time to breath, let alone draw. The craziness of life has me feeling a bit nostalgic this morning.
I attended North Kindergarten in Heber City, UT. It was a single-grade school that served all the kindergarteners in the little valley. My time in Mrs. Tolley's class was wonderful, even if I was sadly missing a peach crayon and all drawings of family depicted orange or yellow skin.
My favorite memories of North involve spending time in the cafetorium with other classes to watch Doctor Seuss cartoons or sing at the top of our lungs. One of the songs we learned was "The Ants Go Marching." That song marched through my mind as these three ants came into being.
As I have mentioned before, I was fascinated by bugs as a child. I loved letting ants crawl around on my hands, rotating my wrist and elbow to keep them in view. I would stare, entranced, at their investigation of the little hairs on my arm as they tickled their way across my skin, waving their tiny antennae. I'm ashamed to admit that when I learned about the magical properties of magnifying glasses, I did fry a few of my little friends. Thankfully, my now-overactive conscience kicked in as I got older and returned to watching, rather than torturing.
Today I seem to have lost a bit of that awed wonder, and am more annoyed than entranced by the little creatures when I discover them indoors. It's good to time travel in daydreams to recapture the innocence (and sometimes mischievousness) of childhood. It helps us realize that though we may have changed with age, the world around us holds just as much magic as it did when we were small. We simply must slow down and re-learn how to see it.
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