That park with a beach

An afternoon there. A class of about 40 I think, and some teachers, to the park. A park with a beach. That was where we picked up litter as a VIA activity.

A simple activity at a park that has a beach, with trees and grass, and sand and waves. From an outsider’s view, you can see a group of children for some weird reason excited to pick litter at this place. If you go closer to this group, you can hear the louder kids ‘chopeing’ the rubbish they were going to collect even before they were given the big black trash bags, tongs and gloves.

From an insider’s perspective, it was surprisingly easy to find trash since there was quite a lot of trash. Cigarettes, plastic bags, glass shards… More peculiar ones were wine bottles, CDs, and syringes. A friend once said at the beginning of this that there will always be a chicken bone somewhere. True enough, at the end of everything, as the teachers were collecting back the trash bags to throw them away, there really was one that appeared. And that garnered some laughs, earning an exclamation from the person who said there was going to be said-object somewhere.

Other than all that, we could see the water had trash too, but for safety reasons we could not pick the trash from the water. Some appeared on the sand of the beach, so we picked those instead. Some people played with the seashells, while some took a rest from picking up litter for so long before continuing later on.

Whereas for myself, I merely followed my group. (We were split into groups to cover more ground.) And so I just followed these people, having joy at others being excited at seeing all kinds of trash being found at this park that has a beach.