This morning I was lucky enough to be a chaperone on Brady’s class trip to our local fire station. Although it’s only 5 blocks from the school we took a bus, which might have been the most exciting part of the trip for most of them. Most kids here only take a school bus for field trips.
The fireman giving the tour had a super-thick New York accent which made it all the more awesome. He went over fire safety with them first, then they got to see a fireman in full gear and touch all of his cool equipment. Then each kid got to sit in the truck and we took photos of all of them. Next they went through the ladder truck to see the hose and then got to check out the pole, complete with a fireman sliding down. It was lots of fun.
At the end we were outside the firehouse waiting for the bus and the kids were asking the men questions. Outside of our firehouse is a memorial to the nine men from the station who died on 9-11. They each have a photo with their names underneath. Most of the kids’ parents had spoken to them about this at some point, as I had with Brady. But some of them were asking lots of questions about the dead firemen and what happened to them. The man who gave the tour answered them in the best way possible, but I can’t imagine how hard it must be for him to have to answer this each time a class comes through. Tough.
Still, it was a great trip. They got a call just as our bus was coming around the corner and the kids got to watch the men put on their gear and get into the truck. A perfect ending. I felt really lucky to be a part of it. It was a great way to spend a morning.