![]() ![]() I didn’t win, but I loved seeing how everyone’s toys and imaginations were so different.Įven today, when I’m baffled by someone’s diametrically opposed take on a similar event, situation, or relationship, I immediately remember that vast panoply of marvelous toys.Īfter the state-mandated Pledge of Allegiance-which felt silly in light of all of the free-thinking songs that came before-we were set loose into our pod, knowing only that between Monday and Friday we had a certain number of educational tasks that needed to be completed, in whatever order suited our learning styles and desires. We once had a contest to see who could draw the most marvelous toy. “Puff the Magic Dragon” and “The Marvelous Toy” would spark our imaginations. ![]() We’d start off the day in the open area in the center of the pod, where one of our long-haired, hippie teachers would play guitar and lead us in song. You nearly always had to pass by it or through it to get from your pod to anywhere else, like the cafeteria or bathroom, the latter for which you were never required to have a pass or ask for permission to go. It was the heart of the school, open walled like every other space and well-designed for maximum browsing. In the center of the flower, where the stamens would be, was the school library.
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