Fun memory game
Fun memory game
We’re going to play a fun memory game to help make your brain super strong! Here’s how we play:
Step 1: The Memory Test
First, I’m going to tell you 5 words, and I want you to try your best to remember them in order. Here are your words:
1.Sun
2.Socks
3.Traffic Light
4.Car
5.Star
Take a little pause... think about them... and now, can you tell me what those words were, in the same order? Give it your best shot!
Step 2: Learn the Super Brain Technique!
Now, I’m going to show you a cool trick called "basic association" to help remember things better. Imagine each word is friends with a special hint that helps you remember it. Let’s go through our list again:
1. Sun: Think about how we have one sun, and it comes up every morning. So, one = Sun!
2. Socks: You wear socks on your feet, right? And you have two feet, so two socks. Two = Socks!
3. Traffic Light: A traffic light has three colors – red, yellow, and green. That’s three parts. So, three = Traffic Light!
4. Car: How many wheels does a car have? Four! So, when you think of four, think of a car. Four = Car!
5. Star: Stars remind us of five-star restaurants because they're top-notch, or think about how a star has five points. Five = Star!
Step 3: The Test, Again!
Let’s try remembering the words again, but this time use the cool trick I showed you. What are the words from one to five?
Fun Work: Be the Teacher
Now, here’s a little fun homework. Try teaching this game and the super brain trick to someone else. When you teach someone, you get to learn it even better yourself.
Remember, we’re looking to get better each time, not to be perfect !
The Metaphor of the week
The Wisdom of the Deer
In a land where the forests stretch wide and the mountains touch the sky, where the edges of memory blur into the mists of morning flower blooms, there lived a wise and ancient white-tailed deer. It roamed the vast and verdant realm, a guardian of the hidden trails and secret paths that wove through the heart of the land. This deer was no ordinary creature; it was the keeper of memories, tasked with guiding those who wandered into the forest, lost between the worlds of remembering and forgetting.
The deer knew every corner of its land, from the deepest valleys where the rivers sang, to the highest peaks kissed by the clouds.
One day, as the first light of dawn painted the sky in hues of gold and pink, the deer came upon a clearing bathed in the gentle warmth of the morning sun. In the center of this clearing stood the Tree of Echoes, a magnificent oak whose branches reached out like open arms. This tree, unlike any other, had hardly any leaves; instead, it was adorned with countless luminous orbs, each a capsule of moments past, glowing softly in the twilight.
The deer, with a graceful step, approached the tree and lay beneath its vast canopy. It closed its eyes and listened to the whispers of the leaves and orbs, each a memory, a moment in time captured in the gentle rustle. The deer knew that not all memories remained clear and sharp; some faded and softened with the passing of time, like the leaves that turned from green to gold with the approach of autumn.
At times he would gaze into the glowing orbs and see his life's tapestry—joy and sorrow, laughter and tears—dancing in the light and shadow, learning that memories, though they may fade, never truly leave; they simply wait to be rediscovered, and transformed by the feelings of the present.
During some nights, as the deer would rest under the Tree of Echoes , gazing at the orbs and the stars, the air around it would suddenly become alive with the whispers of memories reclaimed. And the deer learned that to remember is not to hold tightly to each moment, fearing its loss, but to let it flow freely, changing and growing with time.
Yet, the deer also understood the beauty in this cycle, the natural rhythm of remembering and letting go. It knew that each leaf, each memory, had its time to shine in the sun before drifting gently to the ground, nourishing the soil for new growth to emerge.
As the seasons turned, the deer would sometimes find paths obscured by the fallen leaves or covered in snow, its once familiar trails hidden from view. But with patience and trust in its instincts, the deer would forge new paths, discovering beauty in the unexplored corners of the forest, embracing the journey with an open heart.
And so, the deer became a teacher to all who wandered into the forest, a guide to those who sought to understand the changing landscapes of their own hearts and minds. It showed them the courage to venture onto new paths when the old ones disappeared from sight.
In a land where the forests stretch wide and the mountains touch the sky, where the veils between worlds are thin, and the whispers of the soul can be heard in the rustling leaves, there exists a sanctuary, a haven untouched by the passage of time. This sanctuary is guarded by a creature of profound grace and wisdom—the white-tailed deer, a being that embodies the delicate balance between vulnerability and strength, between the seen and the unseen.
And thus, the land lay blessed by the deer’s presence, a reminder of the enduring beauty and strength that lies in embracing change, in the eternal dance of holding on and letting go.
