PAPER AIRPLANE.
Recess was clearly my favorite time of day. As 4th graders we loved our time to frolic about in our pebble saturated playground at Sam Houston Elementary. It should come to no surprise that a majority of my time on the playground was spent hangin with the boys. Often we’d simply swing on the swings and play the game “fling it” that I made up. Fling it consisted of swinging with all your might then flinging your shoe into the atmosphere and measuring whose shoe went the furthest. Some may call this shot put. They’d be wrong. It’s Fling It.
One day we all started making paper airplanes during English class. During class we pass a note involving lots of “circle yes or no” type of agreements if you were in for a recess of paper airplane contests. Clearly, we were all IN.
My boyfriend Shane Scofield, who looked just like Zack Morris, had taught me everything I should know about paper airplanes. If I’m truly honest with my 4th grade self, I’d admit that besides him being my 1st kiss he was a wizard at all things paper airplane.
We head to the playground during recess and all get our airplanes de paper ready. One after another we all throw our bits of paper formed into the shape of a plane into the wind, or should I say “wind”. Then my cutie of a 4th grade boyfriend and his sexy lil Zack Morris self is up for his turn to chunk his plane. Shane throws his plane into the air and out of no where the most perfect wind wraps it’s comforting breeze around the paper airplane and sails it over the playground, across the street and above the trees until it was no more.
If only you could imagine this magical moment. Shane was a hero that day. As we watched his paper airplane soar off into the wild during recess we all hooted and hollered in pure jubilation for what seemed to be a miracle in that very moment. We watched a paper airplane take flight that day, and like the airplane so did the augmentation of my dreams. Anything is possible.
