At a special exhibit on ancient Egyptian
burials at the National
Museum of Scotland, I was looking at the sarcophagus of the priest Nehemsumut, circa
840-815 BC. There was a group of grade one children, on a class outing, in the same
area. I was pressed by the assignment sheets they were using as a lesson examining
burial practices and using impressive vocabulary words. A little boy, with
blond hair, wearing his school uniform blue jumper, engaged me in an earnest
conversation:
Boy: That's a mummy.
Me: Yes. It is very cool, isn't
it?
Boy: You know the mummy in there
is still alive!
Me: Are you sure?
Boy: Yes. He’s really alive!
Boy’s friend: (with analytical
skepticism) I think he’s dead.
Me: (nodding, earnestly) I think
he is dead too.
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