The Eisenberg Children's " Olympics ".

Holiday fun for the children.

It has been an annual event for some time and this year I've cracked the nod to help out. Very pleased indeed to be called up to co-manage a table or dare I say station. As I have never been in or near it, I can only imagine what the event will be like.

Perhaps there will be kids with ambitious trainers egging them on. Of course trainers would mostly be eager parents and personally I think that parents make the most stringent and toughest trainers possible. Gosh, they invented the guilt buttons that will make us do anything. From cleaning our rooms via doing our homework to doing an extra dash across the finish line! Do you think the kids might be sporting head bands ( or forehead sweat collectors ) like the Karate Kid did? Along with those short running shorts which tend to be fashionable again. It's alright for young children to run around in them, but grown ups...please think carefully and remember to wear tighty whites underneath. ( Yes Schatzi, you too ).

Before I get carried away with imagining 100 yard egg races, high & low jumps or gymnastic routines with precision time keeping and referees, I actually think it will be more a case of various tables with the odd puzzle, math problem or just fun games. The kids taking part will mostly be quite young, because the teens will be too busy striding around pretending to be grown up yet dying to take part! Anyway, I'll let you know.

Funny, even the teens to tweens have their own club house in each village. The Jugendhaus. Look, both Schatzi and I didn't grow up here but from what I can gather each generation takes their turn in this Jugendhaus. It must be the dream of every kid to finally get to hang out at the Jugendhaus. They meet up there after school or work and at times put on functions to raise more funds. The start of any weekend usually sees the Jugendhaus full of youngsters. Youngsters being trendy and partying up a storm. Nice. Bob at one stage thought he was still hip enough to pop into a party there, but I quickly nipped his idea in the bud.

" Bob, do you realize that you are more than twice their age? "

That did the trick because it brought back memories of when he was young enough to disco the night away. He also remembered the sad older folks pretending to be young. The mutton dressed as lamb brigade stuck out like a sore thumb and were a great source of amusement. All of us back in our youth swore to ourselves never to end up like this ( and possibly embarrassing our future offspring ) but of course some of us don't know when it's time to stop partying...

Biggi