Sunday, April 3, 2016

Storytime (a true story)

To be honest, the invitation to read a story to a group of children does make me nervous. But once upon a time I was fearless...



(all photos by Leanne Dyck)


Storytime
by Leanne Dyck

I was young; I was naive; I was just another practicum student passing through that Day Care Centre.

The staff tried to warn me. "These kids don't like books. They won't sit still."

But I didn't listen...

I walked over to a group of four children who were colouring at a small table. 

"A little mouse went creeping, creeping, creeping." I chanted as I crept two fingers across the table. "A little mouse went creeping across the kitchen floor."

A few of the children dropped their crayons and copied my actions.

"The great, big cat went stomping, stomping, stomping." Me and the four children beat the table like a drum. "The great, big cat went stomping across the kitchen floor."

"The little mouse ran away." I ran my fingers off the edge of the table. They laughed. "Would you like to hear a story?"

One of the children said, "Yes."--and followed me to the library corner. She was joined by two other children. 

The girl who'd accepted my invitation forced a book into my hands. "This one. Read this one."

I held the book in the air and called. "Storytime."

Most of the children ignored me, but a boy who'd been playing with a car parked it and came to the circle. He pulled a book off the shelve. "Read this book."

"I'll read this one first and then I'll read yours," I told him.

"Once upon a time," I began. 

"I have a pony," a girl said, loudly.

"No, you don't," another girl said.

"Yes, I do."

Their debate drowned out my reading.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw the staff exchange a smile. 

"Who knows what's going on in this picture?" I asked.

"Read the book," someone said.

But one of the children did guess. 

"That's not right. That's not the way the story goes," a boy said.

"Well, what is happening?"

He told me and I read the text and discovered that he was right.

We continued to tell the story together and more and more of the children were drawn into the circle, until they all were engaged in storytelling. 

I flipped from one page to another, until... "The End," I said.

"Read another one," the children said and I'm still reading.


More...

Toddler Story Time (YouTube video)

How to Lead a Preschool Storytime

Why Story-Time Rocks

And in 2015 I wrote an article about my most recent experience sharing books with a group of children. Here's the link.



Next post (Sunday, April 10th -- published after 5 P.M. PST):  Your preschooler loves board books and you're wondering when and how you should introduce your child to picture books. I was an Early Childhood Educator working with preschoolers in Day Care Centres for over fourteen years. I read tons of picture books to groups of children and I'm delighted to share my tips in my next post.




Sharing my author journey...

Some writers love to do research. 

Much of the research for my manuscripts is pulled directly from my life--there's a difference between studying about something and living it. 

Spending hours pouring over print or web based material is interesting, but I find that it cuts into time better spent writing.

Collecting copious amounts of data leaves some writers frustrated when they are unable to successfully weave it all into their manuscripts. That's why I prefer to do research on an as needed basis. Say, for example, this week when I needed to find information on adapting a residence to accommodate a wheelchair. 

Thankfully, I was able to find three YouTube videos that provided me with this information.

3 comments:

Darlene said...

I do the same. I conduct my research as I need it. Too much information just causes confusion and frustration for me. Love your story reading time story. Well done!!

Laurie Buchanan said...

Leanne — Like Darlene, I, too, love your storytime story!

Leanne Dyck said...

Thank you for your kind comments regarding my story, Darlene and Laurie. Writing it brought back many happy memories.