When learning to study for a teaching specialty, during the interview, many call "I love children" as a main reason to be a teacher. But love only for children themselves is not enough for teaching them. I love English.  I love its shapes, slenderness, sonority and indescribable play of words. My eyes light up every time I find an interestingly constructed quote, or understanding the ambiguous meaning of any proverb. And my task in teaching is to show the beauty of language to children, to teach them to love the language, not to be afraid of it. After all, love has no barriers, and with this approach, children are managed with language as with clay - make up texts and sentences, disassemble words and phrases, begin to understand "how it works" and now, not only my eyes shine.  For the sake of it, perhaps it is really worth working as a teacher. When you, like Prometheus, share a small spark of fire to ignite a graceful flame all over the earth.