|Monday, March 24, 2014|
|What if I could fly?|
|I always loved the feeling of being up in the air. Whether I got there via a trampoline or a diving board or my own two feet did not matter. A four feet tall brick wall, extending off the house where I grew up, was my favorite launch pad for flying. My fist held high in the air, I magically lifted off the ground and soared through the skies, like superwoman.
Okay, I didn’t soar. I hung in the air for a second with my beach towel-cape flapping behind me (seriously, who hasn’t done this?). Jumping off the wall and rapidly flapping my arms did not increase my flight time, nor did holding my arms out straight and pretending to soar like eagle. Nothing deterred me from flying, even if each flight attempt lasted only a brief moment. I loved flying!
I asked my children, “If they could fly, how they would go about accomplishing it?” Each had their own scenario. My seven-year-old leaped into the air with her arms flung out to her side. My five-year-old hopped up and down like a rabbit, flapping her out-stretched arms. My three-year-old held her arms close to her side and waved her hands up and down, like a baby chick attempting to fly.
All three girls believed they could fly. If I closed my eyes and listened to the sounds bouncing around my house, the hardwood floor of the family room would have vanished. Instead, I would have seen a seven-year-old ballerina leaping from one pillowy cloud to the next followed by two fluttering cherubs, giggling with delight…if only they could fly.
The closest I got to flying
I love to imagine myself soaring with the birds in the great blue sky. Regardless of knowing that I could never fly using only my God-given equipment, I have contemplated achieving this feat many times in my life.
Why? Maybe, I watched too many superhero movies as a kid or pretended too often to be a fairy. Maybe, I still ponder this thought because I live in North Carolina, home of the Wright brothers. As a child, I discovered the joy of jumping high in the air and feeling the wind beneath my arms and toes.
High jumping was the closest I got to flying. My highest flight, using only my two feet as spring boards, was 5’10”.
“Flying” children’s stories that take my kids and me to new heights and faraway places:
In a Blink, by Kiki Thorpe (kikithorpe.com), illustrated by Jana Christy
Beck Beyond the Sea, by Kimberly Morris (kimberlymorris.com), illustrated by Denise Shimabukuro
A Visit to Fairyland, by Shirley Barber
How would you or your kids fly? How high have you flown? Do you have a favorite flying book? Feel free to leave a comment below.
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|MRecia posted on March 31, 2014|
|Fabulous page....imagination galore! Carry us all to the world of youth's vision.|
|Michelle Karene posted on April 11, 2014|
|Thank you for your kind words! Children are a wonderful source of inspiration (and fun)!|
|Monday, March 31, 2014|
|What if you lived in the Land of Opposites?|
|(A musing in rhyme)
The sun rises in the western sky. Night starts the day.
Dreams are a time to learn and sing. Sleep, a time of play.
Water flows from oceans and sprinkles up to heaven.
People bet on the letter L, not unlucky 7.
Mothers ask little ones, “Did you brush and floss your toes?”
Words stumble and stammer in chorus, running out the nose.
People enter homes through chimneys. No one thinks to use doors.
Cats bark, and dogs meow. Mice flutter their wings and soar.
Kids, uniformed in robes, scamper to parks in mid-street.
Fingers gloved in fleece slippers because hands walk, not feet.
New clothes in high fashion are soiled, stained, and faded.
Tangled hair dangles up, knotted, twisted, and braided.
Flowers brush the steeple spire. Trees barely reach kid’s knees.
Items purchased at the stores have price tags that read “free.”
Cars move forward in reverse, where as drive takes them back.
Team sports are played one-on-one and not in a large pack.
Feet dribble; hands kick. Small feels tall as short shrinks to long.
Up turns to down. Front flips to back. Outros start the song.
Kids wish on the first white cloud their sleepy eyes can view,
to travel afar and visit where morning sky is blue.
Stories about opposites, oddities, and worlds a little different than our own that intrigue my girls and me:
Alice in Wonderland, by Lewis Carroll (adapted by Jane Carruth), illustrated by Rene Cloke
One Fish Two Fish Red Fish Blue Fish, by Dr. Seuss (www.seussville.com)
The Nutcracker, by Susan Jeffers