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        School 
          Days and Preschool Days, Too: 
          A treasury of anecdotes culled from my work 
          and play as a preschool worker and an elementary school after- school 
          activities supervisor   
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        BY HAPPY CHANCE  
         
            
           Last week was 
          Daycare week, meaning school was on Spring Break, but several staff 
          members were present each day to supervise children at play. We do this, 
          of course, as a service to the many families with two working parents. 
           
              It was around 3 pm on Friday. I'd just helped 
          serve ice cream to the elementary school children as a last-day snack 
          treat.  
              Finishing that task, I took a moment to go to use 
          the boys' bathroom down the hall and around the corner. I pushed open 
          the door, only to find a diminutive kindergartener named Bret lying 
          down, 3 feet in the air, across the tops of a couple dozen folding chairs 
          that were packed into a cart and held tightly in a standing position 
          by bungee cords.  
                Bret said to me in a whimpering, terrified 
          voice, "Mr. Max, I got locked in here!" Lifting him off the chair-tops, 
          I held and comforted him as he cried.  
                The door hadn't literally been locked, 
          or how could I have gotten in? But I realized what had happened. So 
          that just such a situation won't occur, that portal is always kept propped 
          open with a thick metal hook that anchors it to a ring on the bathroom 
          wall.  
                That hook had somehow gotten displaced. 
          It was much too heavy for Bret to pull open, although he had been able 
          to exert enough leverage to push it from the outside to get in.  
                Bret said he'd only been stuck in there 
          for about five minutes, and he appeared to recover quickly from his 
          trauma. By the time I told his dad, who picked him up, what had happened, 
          he was fully himself.  
                The world can certainly be perilous, 
          though, when you're small. 
        
        
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