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Find three objects representative of toys or things you played with as a very young child. Set aside twenty minutes to listen to the audio guide, perform the exercise. Write a 250-word response to your exercise experience and post the essay in the Discussion Board for the exercise for class comments. The purpose is to go back and play, just as you would as a child. In your re-experience of childhood, you are alone with no others interfering with your experience. Set a timer and do not stop the exercise until twenty minutes have elapsed. Use no electronic devices for toys or amusement, they must be common, ordinary objects or toys. At that moment, use the imagination to create with the objects you brought on the journey. Everyone made a fort from chairs and a blanket or an old refrigerator box. Everyone drew a picture of their house, or had a “woo-woo” garment, that consisted of an old towel tied around your neck while your running through the yard pretending you are flying saying, “Woo! Woo!” Be sure to talk about what you experienced while playing as if you were a child. Be specific! What did you do? How did it affect you? It may be helpful to read the attached descriptions and quotations below.

Rubric Exercise 3 (1)

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Find three objects that are representative of toys or things you would have played with as a very young child. Set aside twenty minutes to listen to the audio guide and write a 250-word, minimum response to your experience to the exercise and post in the Discussion Board for the exercise. Set a timer for twenty minutes and play with those objects as if you were a child. Do not use any electronic devices, only common, ordinary objects. There will be moments when you become bored, do not stop! Those are the most important moments of the exercise. MAKE SURE YOU DISCUSS YOUR EXPERIENCE WHILE PLAYING AS IF YOU WERE A CHILD!

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 7 pts

Exceeds expectations

The exercise participant describes moments of becoming engrossed in a “play” activity and reflects on personal connections with their past. Composition and language mechanics are observed in your essay. MAKE SURE YOU DISCUSS YOUR EXPERIENCES WHILE PLAYING AS IF YOU WERE A CHILD!

How is a child’s perception different from an adult’s?

Quotations and explanatory support materials for the Childhood Space Exercise . . . Unless you change and become like little children, you will never enter the kingdom of heaven.-Matthew 18:2

Children are the most creative people in the world, because they don’t know the rules yet—Cressida Cowell, author and illustrator of the How to Train Your Dragon and Wizards of Once books

The master in the art of living makes little distinction between his work and his play. . . leaving others to decide whether he is working or playing. To him he’s always doing both.– James A. Michener

Genius is nothing more nor less than childhood recovered at will . . .—Baudelaire

The secret of genius is to carry the spirit of the child into old age, which means never losing your enthusiasm.– Aldous Huxley

All children are artists. The problem is how to remain an artist once he grows up.— Pablo Picasso

We don’t stop playing because we grow old; we grow old because we stop playing.”– George Bernard Shaw

Nothing is more serious than child’s play.—Dr. Tony E. Medlin

Genius is nothing more nor less than childhood recovered at will, . . . The child sees everything in a state of newness; he is always drunk. Nothing more resembles what we call inspiration than the delight with which a small child absorbs form and colour . . . [The great artist is one] who is never for a moment without the genius of childhood — a genius for which no aspect of life has become stale… master of that only too difficult art — sensitive spirits will understand me — of being sincere without being absurd.– Baudelaire

When I came to Lake Victoria, it was quite obvious to me that in some of the most important ways you are much more mature than I am. . . . But in many other ways obviously you are still childish — how could you not be, you alone among mankind? It’s something people don’t discuss, because it’s something most people are aware of only as a general crisis of sense of inadequacy, or helpless dependence, or pointless loneliness, or a sense of not having a strong enough ego to meet and master inner storms that come from an unexpected angle. But not many people realise that it is, in fact, the suffering of the child inside them. Everybody tries to protect this vulnerable two three four five six seven eight year old inside, and to acquire skills and aptitudes for dealing with the situations that threaten to overwhelm it. So everybody develops a whole armour of secondary self, the artificially constructed being that deals with the outer world, and the crush of circumstances. And when we meet people this is what we usually meet. And if this is the only part of them we meet we’re likely to get a rough time, and to end up making ‘no contact’. But when you develop a strong divining sense for the child behind that armour, and you make your dealings and negotiations only with that child, you find that everybody becomes, in a way, like your own child. It’s an intangible thing. But they too sense when that is what you are appealing to, and they respond with an impulse of real life, you get a little flash of the essential person, which is the child. Usually, that child is a wretchedly isolated undeveloped little being. It’s been protected by the efficient armour, it’s never participated in life, it’s never been exposed to living and to managing the person’s affairs, it’s never been given responsibility for taking the brunt. And it’s never properly lived. That’s how it is in almost everybody. And that little creature is sitting there, behind the armour, peering through the slits. And in its own self, it is still unprotected, incapable, inexperienced. Every single person is

vulnerable to unexpected defeat in this inmost emotional self. At every moment, behind the most efficient seeming adult exterior, the whole world of the person’s childhood is being carefully held like a glass of water bulging above the brim. And in fact, that child is the only real thing in them. It’s their humanity, their real individuality, the one that can’t understand why it was born and that knows it will have to die, in no matter how crowded a place, quite on its own. That’s the carrier of all the living qualities. It’s the centre of all the possible magic and revelation. What doesn’t come out of that creature isn’t worth having, or it’s worth having only as a tool — for that creature to use and turn to account and make meaningful. So there it is. And the sense of itself, in that little being, at its core, is what it always was. But since that artificial secondary self took over the control of life around the age of eight, and relegated the real, vulnerable, supersensitive, suffering self back into its nursery, it has lacked training, this inner prisoner. And so, wherever life takes it by surprise, and suddenly the artificial self of adaptations proves inadequate, and fails to ward off the invasion of raw experience, that inner self is thrown into the front line — unprepared, with all its childhood terrors round its ears. And yet that’s the moment it wants. That’s where it comes alive — even if only to be overwhelmed and bewildered and hurt. And that’s where it calls up its own resources — not artificial aids, picked up outside, but real inner resources, real biological ability to cope, and to turn to account, and to enjoy. That’s the paradox: the only time most people feel alive is when they’re suffering, when something overwhelms their ordinary, careful armour, and the naked child is flung out onto the world. That’s why the things that are worst to undergo are best to remember. But when that child gets buried away under their adaptive and protective shells—he becomes one of the walking dead, a monster. So when you realise you’ve gone a few weeks and haven’t felt that awful struggle of your childish self — struggling to lift itself out of its inadequacy and incompetence — you’ll know you’ve gone some weeks without meeting new challenge, and without growing, and that you’ve gone some weeks towards losing touch with yourself. The only calibration that counts is how much heart people invest, how much they ignore their fears of being hurt or caught out or humiliated. And the only thing people regret is that they didn’t live boldly enough, that they didn’t invest enough heart, didn’t love enough. Nothing else really counts at all.—Ted Hughes, Poet Laureate of England, Writer, Author of “The Iron Giant” (the basis for Pete Townsend’s rock opera, “The Iron Giant” and the animation by the same name), and former husband of Sylvia Plath

What would you like to tell people? I don’t know… I think I’d like to say only that they should learn to be alone and try to spend as much time as possible by themselves. I think one of the faults of young people today is that they try to come together around events that are noisy, almost aggressive at times. This desire to be together to not feel alone is an unfortunate symptom, in my opinion. Every person needs to learn from childhood how to spend time with himself. That doesn’t mean he should be lonely, but that he shouldn’t grow bored with himself — because people who grow bored in their own company seem to me in danger, from a self-esteem point of view.—Andrei Tarkovsky, Film Director

Every adult remembers, among many other things, the great ennui of childhood, and every child’s life is punctuated by spells of boredom: that state of suspended

anticipation in which things are started and nothing begins, the mood of diffuse restlessness which contains that most absurd and paradoxical wish, the wish for a desire. . . . Boredom is actually a precarious process in which the child is, as it were, both waiting for something and looking for something, in which hope is being secretly negotiated; and in this sense boredom is akin to free-floating attention. In the muffled, sometimes irritable confusion of boredom the child is reaching to a recurrent sense of emptiness out of which his real desire can crystallize… The capacity to be bored can be a developmental achievement for the child. . . . How often, in fact, the child’s boredom is met by that most perplexing form of disapproval, the adult’s wish to distract him — as though the adults have decided that the child’s life must be, or be seen to be, endlessly interesting. It is one of the most oppressive demands of adults that the child should be interested, rather than take time to find what interests him. Boredom is integral to the process of taking one’s time.—Adam Phillips, British Psychoanalyst and Writer

Part of normal human development is learning to notice less than we can. The world is awash in details of color, form, sound — but to function, we have to ignore some of it. The world still holds these details. Children sense the world at a different granularity, attending to parts of the visual world we gloss over; to sounds we have dismissed as irrelevant. What is indiscernible to us is plain to them. . . . One perceptual constraint that I knowingly labor under is the constraint that we all create for ourselves: we summarize and generalize, stop looking at particulars and start taking in scenes at a glance—all in an effort to not be overwhelmed visually when we just need to make it through the day. The artist seems to retain something of the child’s visual strategy: how to look at the world before knowing (or without thinking about) the name or function of everything that catches the eye. An infant treats objects with an unprejudiced equivalence: the plastic truck is of no more intrinsic worth to the child than an empty box is, until the former is called a toy and the latter is called garbage. My son was as entranced by the ubiquitous elm seeds near our doorstep as any of the menus, mail, flyers, or trash that concern the adults.—Alexandra Horowitz, Child Psychologist

To the child, as to the artist, everything is relevant; little is unseen . . . Once you look at what seems ordinary long enough, though, it often turns odd and unfamiliar, as any child repeatedly saying his own name aloud learns. I had the suspicion that walking with Kalman would be the ambulatory equivalent of saying my own name aloud a hundred times.—Anais Nin, Author

Students experienced difficulty accessing these articles. I am substituting direct links to the original publications.

If you need inspiration, an artist did photographic studies of objects she found in her preschooler’s pockets.

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