What the world needs now is a little Skylemar.
Here, the colors we see are those of blue skies, green trees and orange sunsets. On a face, we see bright white teeth in a happy smile. Maybe a little red bug juice too.
Race is what we do to be first to Mail Call, or how the little kids get to the Rec Hall when the bugle blows. We run one on IC Day, called the 50 yard dash.
Within our neighborhood of 28 “houses”, there are those from assorted backgrounds. Each person has their “own look”, and may even be identified that way. For example, Shep will always be the bald guy. But honestly…we could totally care less what anyone looks like. That has nothing to do with playing the game.
Fairness is paramount, and equality means the cutter of the cake gets the last piece. There are definitely rules of order to follow, like it’s never ok to ruin someone else’s fun.
Although we’re much more alike than different (99% identical in DNA, the scientists say), we embrace and celebrate what makes each person unique. We learn from each other, and understand that what you do makes you great, not what you’re given.
Our mantra is “kindness”, over and over. We forget and correct, then start fresh from the top. “Trrrrrrry again” is our motto, because we’ll never give up on our Skylemar brothers. We call that love.
Wonder if singer Michael Franti was thinking about Skylemar when he wrote:
“When many little people in many little places do many little things, the whole world changes.”
That's our kind of song.