Το περασμένο Σάββατο στις 18 του Μάη δώσαμε ένα ξεχωριστό ραντεβού με τους μαθητές μας για παιχνίδι! Η ανάδειξη των παραδοσιακών παιχνιδιών της πατρίδας μας, μέσα από τη βιωματική εμπειρία, ήταν η επόμενη δραστηριότητα στα πλαίσια του Προγράμματος Comenius "Show me yourschool, I’ll show you mine", comeniusshowmeyourschool.blogspot.gr/) στο οποίο συμμετέχει το σχολείο μας (http://sykees8.blogspot.gr/2013/04/comenius-2013-comenius-meeting-in.html
Μαζί, λοιπόν, με τις νέες συναδέλφους την Ειρήνη, τη Σταυρούλα, την Αθανασία και τη Χαρά, οι οποίες έχουν έρθει πριν από τρία χρόνια κι έχουν ανανεώσει τον Σύλλογο Διδασκόντων του σχολειού μας με τη δημιουργικότητα και τη συνολική παρουσία τους, καθώς επίσης και με όσους από τους μαθητές μας είχαν ελεύθερο το πρωινό τους, μαζευτήκαμε στην παιδική χαρά του "Λίθου" για ... Παιχνίδι!!!
Η λέξη παίζω είναι άρρηκτα συνδεδεμένη με το Παιδί, αλλά νομίζω και με αυτή την ίδια τη ζωή, αφού προαπαιτεί και, συνάμα, προάγει την επικοινωνία και την κοινωνικοποίηση. Ο κύκλος, για παράδειγμα στη "μικρή Ελένη" και στο "Αλάτι ψιλό! Αλάτι χοντρό!" συνιστά πράξη συμβολική που παραπέμπει στην Ομάδα - Κοινότητα.
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| "Τυφλόμυγα!!!" "blind man's buff" |
The word play is inextricably linked with the child, but I think this life itself, as required, and at the same time, promotes communication and socialization. The cycle, for example in "Helen small" and "Fine salt! Coarse salt!" an act of symbolic referring to Group - Community.
Within the game, therefore, the child learns the existence and exercised in compliance with a Code, deeply semantic and therefore dramatic, who learns the most attractive and ... painless way to coexist with others. At the same time, however, the game gives the child more or less consciously, the ability to escape from reality, just like the fairy tale and with confidence safeguards. The comforting import "Once upon a time ..." in the game world becomes the slender reed kaval children and galloping rabid!
Seeing therefore our students to play games that we played we ourselves back to our childhood years, the associations inevitably led me to the neighborhood and the school of my childhood in the old city of Kavala in North Greece (htp://sykees8.blogspot.gr/2012/04/blog-post_2894.html) in one, perhaps the most impressive schools of our country with the whitewashed lighthouse dominates the center of the courtyard!
So when one of the groups of our students started the song to see who would "gender" in the hide and seek I remembered the endless hours of our game in that fabulous neighborhood. Since a special way our "growing", our upbringing the neighborhood, and those who belong to my generation, I feel that what I say because, quite simply, you've experienced!
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| Η αυλή του σχολείου των παιδικών μου χρόνων The school yard of my childhood |
I think of in the present tense, as I write this circumstance the lines, that to keep a game needs while, somehow, then life corresponding with the game status, so that perpetually in the presence of supplying the game with proof of its existence. I do not believe that the lack of free space and time is the main reason why children do not congregate, out of school, to experience such team games.
Like every facet of our lives is a uniformity so the games could not be an exception to this rule ...
Like every facet of our lives is a uniformity so the games could not be an exception to this rule ...
Finishing this text was born a desire, as I wrote, and I will share with you ... A time to meet you with all friends teachers a hide and seek ... for throbbing behind the hedges, in the woods, beneath the stone stairs-without our mothers to cut off our game-and the last shout "Phew! Freedom for everyone!""For all but ....!"
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