This morning, at the school hall, I witnessed the attractions of kindergarten children in front of their friends and also in front of their mother's father. Activities undertaken by students regarding the top of the theme that they stretched for approximately four weeks, entrepreneurship. Among the performances are the contemporary dance performance of their teacher's master's creation as well, which is accompanied by a firefly song. A song that makes me tickle and can no longer stop thinking about remembering the animals that are enshrined in the song.
Yes, fireflies, who among the generations of their age who have ever seen a beast of fireflies, who emit light when flying at dusk till late in the night directly in the real world? No one. Even his teacher, as a coach of his song, did not all ever see how fireflies emit their 'flickering' lights that glow and shine like stars at night?
With this fact, then I tell the children how the firefly is. A last experience I saw in my village, which is at the end of Purworejo district in 1979. A scene that always appears on the fringe of our village's crooked rice fields if I am late returning home after playing football in the next village. And that kind of experience did not last long. Because the village's crooked rice field was eventually made a football field by the village youth, including me, as the village faslitas. So the fireflies never appear again in our village. Go somewhere.
