The following post was written by Global Gap Year Fellow Caroline Brogden.
A few weeks ago, I looked up from my book and started to weep. A memory of a boy I knew in Samos surfaced, unprompted, and sucker punched me on an unsuspecting January morning. I was taken aback by my own body’s reaction.
This kid is a real life Puck. Mischievous. Mirthful. Pure, unadulterated boy. In the photo, I’m going through ABC flashcards to transition from singing to coloring. (Talk about high energy. Most of the kids could sing the English alphabet already, which then, naturally, became a game of who could shout the letters the loudest.) Imagine it, 30 plus elementary age children and a handful of adults, howling nonsense songs as fires crackled and men scrounged for cardboard in the middle of a refugee camp in Greece. And Puck leaned back on the olive tree at the […]