going on a bear hunt...

 I remembered that little game that we played when I taught first grade, ages ago, this morning. Going On a Bear Hunt.  I was teaching a unit on the "coldest places on earth", the polar regions. Our classroom was full of imitation snow and ice and I even turned the air conditioner down in the middle of winter. It's a good thing that we were all decked out in our heavy coats, mittens, ear muffs, boots, the whole outfit, because we were shivering cold. While outdoor, our Florida temperature was probably no colder than 60 degrees. But, inside...it was rigid cold. The kiddos lined up behind me and we trudged through ice and snow as we sang, "We're going on a bear hunt and what will we see? We see a_." Filling in the blank with animals that lived in the coldest areas of the world in alphabetical order. What made me think of that was the print I saw on my walk this morning. I think it was a bear track. I know, I'm guilty. Every track is a bear track. That's what happens when you live in the woods. I will admit it. I'm scared of bears. Believe you me, I am not going on any bear hunts. And I don't want to find any either.

sammie jean 🐻