A child's point of view
by Elaine Quasha

After a Christmas break, a teacher asked her young pupils how they spent their holidays. One small boy wrote the following:

We always used to spend Christmas with Grandpa and Grandma. They used to live here in a big brick home, but Grandpa got retarded, and they moved to Florida.

Now they live in a place with a lot of other retarded people. They all live in little tin boxes. They ride on big three wheeled tricycles, and they all wear name tags because they don't know who they are. They go to a big building called a wrecked hall, but if it was wrecked, they got it fixed, because it's all right now. They play games and do exercises there, but they don't do them very good. There is a swimming pool there. They go into it and just stand there with their hats on. I guess they don't know how to swim.

As you go into their park, there is a doll house with a little man sitting in it. He watches all day, so they can't get out without seeing them when they sneak out to go find seashells.

My grandma used to bake cookies and stuff, but I guess she forgot how. Nobody cooks; they just eat out. They eat the same thing every night, "Early Birds." Some of the people are so retarded that they don't know how to cook at all, so my Grandma and Grandpa bring food into the wrecked hall, and they call it "potluck."

My grandma says Grandpa worked all of his life and earned retardment. I wish they would move back up here, but I guess the little man in the doll house won't let them out.