In my first year of teaching, my friend Elysha and I were walking in a Vancouver park... talking deep, as we always used to do. This little dark skinned girl with a super cute fuzzy afro (approx. age 12) walked by us and seemed fascinated. She stopped and watch us walk by. I winked at her as we passed, and she interrupted our conversation with "Hey! Who are you guys?"
We stopped walking, and I smiled at her and asked, "Who do you think we are?"
She took a few steps towards us, and it was almost like she scanned us or something. I instantly got this weird flash that she was from another planet. It was super strange. She then narrowed her eyes and responded with full certainty, "You're both poets." And she walked away.
Me and Elysha laughed. I was like, "Do you see why I'm not going to be able to do this? Kids are NUTS these days!"
A few weeks ago, I had just began working on a short story starring a character named Phoenix, a young girl who demonstrates the art of true resilience after going through a series of transformational fires.
I was serving in the restaurant that day, and was having fun with this cutie pie little girl (age approx. 3). She wanted to know my name, and I asked her to guess. Closed my eyes. She said, "Phoenix". I told her my 'real' name and then told her mom about my story. She was like "Wo! That's weird."
Psychic kids man. What a trip.