A few weeks back I happened to be in a church hall in Christchurch which was being used as a temporary Kindergarten post the Canterbury earthquake of 2011.
Its been a very very long time since I was in this setting and I was struck by the comforting feeling of familiarity which had remained hidden in my subconscious ever since.
Children's art on the wall, tiny desks, tiny easels, water colours, pencils and a somewhat overwhelming feeling that not so much had changed.
I'm not publishing the children's work here without their permission as this isn't a publicly available space however the pencil corner sums it up. The only difference being the felt pens that were not part of my growing up.