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Grandpa II

Or why I became an amateur movie producer, director, actor.

It started when Eli wanted to make a movie. My honest questions about what his movie was about, were not answered. Instead, we ended up taking close ups of his Lego toys in action. It became apparent to me this kid was all about process, not product. What was odd to me was that he had no desire to be on screen.
If you point a video camera at almost any kid a couple of things are evident. First, regardless of their age, they do know what the camera is and what it can do. You can almost see that "I'm going to be on TV" look in their eyes. Second, there is a Robin Williams, Chuck Norris, AmySchuemer or Beyonce in most kids. If you point the camera, they will perform.
The quality of their performance may be questionable, but I've learned that coaching them is not helpful. Your budding film star does have a fully formed concept of their performance in mind. If they don't, give them a minute. They will come up with something.

Ladies and gentlemen, let's put our hands together for Tate Schmidt! (with camera work, acting, and continuity by his Poppa Jeff).
It might be helpful to note that Tate can see his image on the screen as he is performing. He might have been influenced by his Poppa, but then his Poppa could have been influenced by him. 
We got to spend the weekend with Grandchildren. Tiring? Yes! There is a reason why you should be young when you raise children.
Rewarding? Endlessly. Their innocence and inquisitiveness are inspiring. Why we destroy this is beyond me. We do it unconsciously. We try to make them into what we hope or think they should be. Instead, we should just encourage them to be themselves.

From the Shores of Lake Maria, A glacial lake formed from the melting environs of the Frozen Tundra.
I am the Poppa Jeff

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