Donks of the Past: Kindonkgarten

Hello Manifestites! As you may or may not remember, a few weeks ago I posted a Donks of the Past story from my own past, and asked if anyone wanted to share donk stories of their own (link here). Well, I’ve carefully reviewed the submissions, and have chosen the one to post for this time around. It was a tough selection process, but the fact that I only received one email on the subject helped in narrowing down the chosen story to post. (That’s a hint boys and girls).

So this week we have a submission from Manifestite and fellow RGPer WardenS. He writes:

My son started attending kindergarten a few years ago, a little younger than the rest of the class, as his birthday was right at the cutoff date. He's also short for his age, in the 5th percentile.

We enrolled him in a care-after-school program, as his mother and I both work. So after his first day of school, he and about 80 other kids have the run of the cafeteria, the gym, and the playground. All 3 areas are supervised. My son discovers that the door to the playground can be opened manually, or you can press the round silver-and-blue plate by the door and it will open. Fascinating, no doubt. He pressed it again to close it, but that didn't work. He started to think he'd broken it or done something wrong, so he tried again. Still the door stayed open. He casts about for a solution, and finds...

The red box on the wall with a pull lever.

In the aftermath, with the school evacuated and the fire trucks surrounding the school, the fire chief informed the childcare people that he needed to file a police report because of the false alarm. He took one look at the undersized boy barely keeping it together and relented.

Ahh, they start at such a young age. WardenS can both be proud and worried. He knows that based on this incident, his son will either take to a life of firefighting based on what he’s seen, or a life of crime, based on what he’s done. For WardenS’ sake, we wish him the best in dangerous situations, or at least that he doesn’t get caught.

Until next time!

Yours Donkily,

Morphy