Misunderstood

Kids like me. They have always liked me. They like me because I genuinely like them, well most of them anyway, and I like to play. As a teenager I was a favourite babysitter to second cousins, and the children of parent's friends. Understandable, having grown up in the theatre, my bedtime stories where productions with character voices and pantomime, and I could always be suckered into "another story, please" without much hesitation. 

I am about to begin my seventh year as a children's karate instructor. Everyone knows this about me, it is hardly a well kept secret, Yet, my friends still insist on perpetuating this myth that I hate children and am either mean to them or avoid them at all costs. I have no idea where this misconception comes from or why friends take such delight in perpetuating it when they know for a fact what I do for a living and if they have children, they have watched me dedicate hours to their amusement. I am completely puzzled as to why people who know me so well derive such pleasure in such a false portrayal of me. Especially with so much evidence to the contrary.

People are funny.