Sometimes I walk at the front of the group, sometimes the middle but often at the rear; with the younger tired children. Walking in the rear, I am holding the hands of 2 younger girls; who spend the whole time that we are walking, chattering to me about their day. I feel bad because in the noisy chatter of the other 33 children and with me concentrating on everything I have to; to keep the children safe, I often don't hear their stories. I catch glimmers of how the tooth fairy came that night from Annabel who has lost one tooth and has 3 more really loose teeth that she insists on showing me how much she can wiggle and push with her tongue. I also become aware of the story that Cecelia is telling me about when she had a turn on the biscuit (towed behind a speed boat on Lake Argyle) last weekend with her brother John; and how John caught a giant Barra that was this big (holding out her hands proudly) while still holding my hands while walking. In the heat of the afternoon, my han...