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		<title>If Kids Ran for President</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[You have to know lots of magic tricks to be president. <a href="http://www.wocto.com/ilostmysockblog/?p=39">Continue reading <span class="meta-nav">&#8594;</span></a>]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><div id="attachment_51" class="wp-caption alignleft" style="width: 310px"><a href="http://www.wocto.com/ilostmysockblog/wp-content/uploads/2012/01/Magic.jpg"><img src="http://www.wocto.com/ilostmysockblog/wp-content/uploads/2012/01/Magic-300x200.jpg" alt="" title="Magic" width="300" height="200" class="size-medium wp-image-51" /></a><p class="wp-caption-text">Magic</p></div>It’s that time again. The 2012 Republican Primaries are upon us. You can’t turn on the news, the radio or a late night comedy show without hearing something about the Republican presidential candidates competing for the nomination.  You better believe that kids are listening too.  What are they thinking?  Politicians pay attention!<br />
Lin Jakary, (author of <em>I Lost My Sock</em>, and <em>The Jakry Kids: Curiosity Shop</em>)  asks kids the intrepid question:</p>
<p>If you wanted to be president, how would you get people<br />
to vote for you?       </p>
<p>Colin M.<br />
Age 5<br />
Future Policeman</p>
<p><em>You have to know lots of magic tricks to be president.  I know how to make magic. I know how to take a bunny and I put it in a box and slide it out and make it disappear.  I can make him come back.   I can put a ball into a big black box, it’s plastic and it doesn’t break.  I say magic words and make it disappear. I can make it come back.  I got a big thing with flowers on top, you pull part of it, and the whole thing goes whap, and it falls down. I guess I’d have to learn a few more tricks to be president.</em></p>
<p>Carrie W.<br />
Age 5<br />
Future Brain Doctor</p>
<p><em>First, I’d win three gold medals so my name would already be in the<br />
paper.  Then I’d tell people that if you were really a poor person, you could go into any restaurant and say, “I’m poor,” and they’d have to say, “Okay, go on in, it’s free.”  I’d drive around the country and talk to people so they could see that I was a nice person and that I could treat them good and give them things that they need.  I’d change a few of the rules and make a few new ones to make life better.  Don’t throw sticks and stones at people.  Don’t shoot cowboys. Don’t catch Garibaldis. They want to stay in their homes just like you do.</em></p>
<p>Kevin W.<br />
Age 4<br />
Future Policeman</p>
<p><em>I’d go on a loudspeaker and talk through it and stuff, and tell people what my name is.  I’d fight a war, and whoever won would get the country or something.  So I guess I’d just win.  Like the time England wanted to be California. There was a war with bombs and airplanes and stuff.  The rule is: whoever wins it gets it, and gets to keep the name they want.  That’s why our name is California. I’d make a lot, a lot of promises.  I’d tell people if they saw those round things—what do you call them—flying saucers&#8211; I’d tell them not to be afraid. Hey,<br />
I’m really a nice guy.</em></p>
<p>Rusty D.<br />
Age 6<br />
Future Actor</p>
<p><em>Well, first I’d be on a game show.  When I become very famous and win all the money, I’d just slip into the election.  I’d always appear on television.  Do you know what I’d do?  I’d just tell the newspapermen, “I want to be President of the United States.”  They’d just write it down and just deliver it. So in the paper the next day it says, “Rusty D. wants to be President of the United States.”<br />
It might say U.S.A., you know, you can abbreviate it like that.  Actually, it would appear big.  They may have a different bigger name right across the top of the paper, but mine would be right up there. People would know me.   </em></p>
<p>Claire V.<br />
Age 7<br />
Future Model</p>
<p><em>I’d do favors for them, like say if I was in the White House and I was going to the Laundromat and my neighbor needed her laundry done too, I’d take it for her.  When you’re a woman, it’s best to be on television with a bunch of judges with a bunch of those hammer things.  They’d be banging them one at a time and saying, “Vote for Claire.”  Each one would make a speech or me.  Then I’d get up<br />
and say, “Vote for me, don’t vote for George Washington or Ronald Reagan, or whoever’s president now.”  I’d promise I wouldn’t send anyone to the dungeon.</em></p>
<p>Sara S.<br />
Age 8<br />
Future Paleontologist</p>
<p><em>Who wants this and who wants that?  Who wants a golden ring and who wants a silver necklace?  I’d talk to them on a television movie.<br />
I’d say, “Today, some people dug up some very special fossils.  Now I’m going to give them to someone else, so please call our phone number this instant.  If they wanted the fossils they could call up and get them.  I‘d give away things that I got tired of.  I’d say,<br />
“Unfortunately, there is another president fighting against me.  He’s asking the people for gold, silver, copper and all the riches in the land.  It makes people greedy. Sara S. wants to be president, and she deserves it!” </em></p>
<p>Aisha H.<br />
Age 7<br />
Future Ballerina</p>
<p><em>Probably by being nice and letting some people work half day.  If they needed to work all day, they could.  I’d take a train and go around to different states.  This is sort of funny:  I’d throw cigars out to the men first, and then I’d make my speech, I’d say, “Hi, I’m Aisha H. I’d like to be president and you would get paid for working half a day.  I’ll be a nice president. I’d also make some rules in restaurants like, “You can’t smoke in this area, but you can in this other area, and here’s an area where you can have a birthday party.”   Being a president wouldn’t be fun.  I’d like to be a ballerina.</em></p>
<p>Brian W.<br />
Age 8<br />
Future Artist</p>
<p><em>I’d go up to their door and say, “Who you going to vote for?” I’d tell them, “I’m Brian W., and I’m going to be on stage to be voted for.” I’d give them a lot of money if they voted for me.  I’d do good things, like make the stores not have their items for very much money.  You know, especially food and stuff.  Food and art stuff&#8211;glue, paints—they cost too much money now.  I’d let people go on trips whenever they wanted and it wouldn’t cost them any money.  I’d say, “I’d be a better president.”</em></p>
<p>Charlie A.<br />
Age 7<br />
Future Fireman</p>
<p><em>I’d try to impress them, show them what I could do—that I could be a good president. That’s a hard question. I’d give speeches. I’d drive…no, I guess I’d fly around; be on television. I’d be kind.  I could help people that were really poor.  I’d go around to meet people and I’d shake their hands.  I’m not sure what I’d say, something like, “I am Charlie A.  I can be a good president for this country, and will you vote for me…please?”  Something like that.</em></p>
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		<title>&#8216;Tis the Season.</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 26 Dec 2011 00:07:08 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[We console him with a piece of tamarindo candy from a Santa Pinata. <a href="http://www.wocto.com/ilostmysockblog/?p=29">Continue reading <span class="meta-nav">&#8594;</span></a>]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><div id="attachment_31" class="wp-caption alignleft" style="width: 310px"><a href="http://www.wocto.com/ilostmysockblog/wp-content/uploads/2011/12/SantaPinata.jpg"><img src="http://www.wocto.com/ilostmysockblog/wp-content/uploads/2011/12/SantaPinata-300x200.jpg" alt="" title="SantaPinata" width="300" height="200" class="size-medium wp-image-31" /></a><p class="wp-caption-text">Santa Pinata</p></div>     ‘Tis the Season. If you are last minute gift gathering, re-gifting, writing out cards to the people you forgot the first-time-around, mulling cider, inviting people to drop by, and—oh yes—still managing to show up for work Monday (if you have a job) and being someone’s secret Santa, then it has dawned on you that it is indeed Christmukwanzaa. (the season of Christmas and Chanukah and Kwanzaa) How did this happen?  It seems as if only a few weeks ago I was in a sunny warm Midwest, now a freezing, sloshy, slippery winter wonderland.  Here, in  Southern California I have run into more than one disappointed tourist surprised at how chilly it can get here at night.  It is windy as I write, on this perfect 70 degree afternoon.  Yes, I have a tree—a noble fir, this year, all gussied up with sea ornaments and pearl lights, and brown paper packages tied up with blue string. Years ago, a local sea shell shop sale selling shells (I dare you to say that fast 10 times) was going out of business. I hot glue-gunned clam shells together into a long strand of clipper lights, and tied thread on sea stars and little sea horses to hang on the tree. I do not always have a sea-shell tree, but this year the box marked Sea X-Mas, beckoned to me from a high shelf. We had intended to haul up the fake tree from the garage, when the smell of fresh cut pine wafted to the office from the local hardware parking lot.  No contest.  I was just saying to a friend that I wish there was “Leap Christmas”—that is, I wish this holiday season came every four years, and perhaps I would be better prepared.  I have talked about growing up in a large family, and how that influenced the Jakry Kids.<br />
     One year, back in high school my mother realized she was Santa-short. That is, there were still gifts that needed to be bought for my younger siblings, and she sent me out on the hunt for Christmas Eve bargains. I was in a Montgomery Wards, the sales people were eager to go home, the store was a few minutes from closing. I picked up a very substantial bag of marbles. Cruel prank, or odd fate, I shall never know. There was a hole in the bag and cat’s eyes and peeries, and colorful clay commies, went shooting in all directions—I dare say, bouncing, rolling, pinging, flying down store aisles. I momentarily froze like a deer in the headlights, when a tall handsome man—a total stranger&#8211; came to my assistance. No, this isn’t one of those stories where girl meets boy in some odd fashion, they part, and later she meets him on the Empire State Building and marries him. This particular picking-up-of-marbles incident was a kind gesture that lead to french fries at McDonald’s, and a much needed hot chocolate. When I see a harried person scrambling for a parking space, or last item gift I try to pay-it-forward with some small act of kindness.<br />
     A couple of days ago, one of our own Wocto staff had his car window smashed, and a prized bass guitar stolen, among other things.  I ask myself, “Who does this kind of thing with such callous disregard?” We consoled him with a piece of tamarindo candy from a Santa Pinata.  I think of that lovely stranger who helped me pick up the marbles, one-by-one, and I know that the spirit of the season will prevail if we enable it. Times are a little harder this year for so many people. Be nice to one another. Happy Holidays!</p>
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