I suggested that if they had three wishes, they wouldn't waste one on wanting a queen on the chess board.
This started a discussion. What would the children wish for, with the proviso of not being able to wish for unlimited wishes? We took the question around the class, giving everyone a turn.
The most popular choices included:
- Being very famous.
- Being very rich.
- Becoming a top footballer.
- Going on holiday for a year.
- Not having to go to school ever again.
- To own a very big house.
- To own a swimming pool.
- To live in America.
- To have lots of bodyguards.
We talked about such wishes and pointed out that every single one of them could be achieved without any need for wishes. Lots of time and hard work would be required, certainly, but not wishes.
It wasn't until we got approximately two thirds around the class that one person said she ''would like to ride a unicorn.''
The first genuine wish!
What is lacking here? Ambition? Imagination? When did wishes become so stunted as to become a mere spectacle of commodity? Are we now too frightened to even dare to dream?