Little Sponges

The carpet twenty-odd five-year-olds stood upon was littered with glitter, dried chunks of Play-Doh, and cracker crumbs. I asked them to form a line, standing side by side without touching their neighbors. Next, I called on children to pass blunt tipped scissors, books, crayons, and even themselves, through the gaps.

“Now please scrunch together, shoulder to shoulder, hip to hip, tennis shoe to sandal,” I requested.

Again we tried passing school supplies and classroom toys through the gaps.

“Aha! It’s much harder to get things through now, isn’t it? At first your line was like a sponge and when you closed off the gaps you became more like a rock.”

We’d completed our science lesson on porosity.


Our brains are like sponges, absorbing our environments.

What do you immerse yourself in?

And how does it make you feel?