The teacher took out a carry case and set it on the desk, whilst the whole class crowded round. She undid the catch and opened the case to reveal lots of compartments. In each compartment was a different something.
“This is my collection of textures,” she told the class.
Scrap of binbag. Twist of wire. Bread. Mould.
The class looked but- “Can we touch?”
“That’s the idea,” she said, “that’s how you learn about texture.”
So they touched binbag and wire, the feel of the thing felt against their fingers. There were all different things.
“What’s that one?” asked one child, pointing but not touching yet, because this was a something he didn’t recognise.
“That’s an idea,” the teacher told the class. That made it the most interesting-looking thing in the box, so they all took turns in feeling its texture.
“And this one,” said another child, getting the hang of it now, setting her hand on a thing, “what’s this one?”
“That,” said the teacher, “is [insert idea for a texture here].”
The children all oohed and wanted to feel it for themselves.
One of the children had a different thought about the textures. She said:
“[insert your own idea for an idea here].”
The teacher was pleased. “Yes, you’re getting the hang of it now. Well done.”
They all touched some more textures, including [insert your own idea for a texture here], [insert your own idea for a texture here] and [insert your own idea for a texture here].
“[insert your own idea for an idea here],” said one of the children, and the teacher agreed.
The lesson had gone well.
[insert your own idea for a sentence here]. [insert your own idea for a sentence here].
“So class, that was textures – well done everybody. Now tidy your things and you can go out to play.”
They all cheered.