In grade five we were asked to do a school project on a famous performer. My partner and I chose Charlie Chaplin. According to the assignment parameters we did the research and came up with a list of Q&A’s for our interview.
Fully prepared we sat down in front of the class. My partner played the role of interviewer I, the interviewee played Chaplin.
She asked me the first question. “Where were you born?”
“London, England.” I answered.
After that I took on the persona of Chaplin. The rest of the questions were answered with jokes and silliness. Did I get the facts straight, I don’t remember. What I do recall is the class, teachers and my partner laughing. My partner, who was caught completely off guard, laughed so hard she was wiping tears from her eyes.
It was a good sound, a joyous sound and the sound of happiness!
I had no idea I planned to wing it and would probably have laughed too, if I wasn’t so busy flicking a fake cigar around and pretending to flirt with the girls.
There was a spirit of fun in that classroom all those years ago and I recall it all these years later. No I am not going to say exactly how many years later!
With the interviews finished; my partner and I were called into the office to face the two teachers responsible for grading us.
The first teacher said, “You were supposed to answer questions about Mr. Chaplin’s life.”
Still high from the performance, my partner and I kept our heads down feigning remorse.
The second teacher who was still laughing, added, “you are going to lose marks for this.”
A week later we received the final mark, 24/25 or an A or 4.0.
I wondered about the lost mark? Maybe the laughter failed to reach the principles office, or maybe it did. Who knows…
My wish to those reading this today, is that you find time this weekend and always for fun and laughter.
Have a great weekend and if you have an awesome childhood memory… would love to hear them!