The Girl Who Thought She Could Fly

I still remember the rickety tables in the big banquet room. My Dad was in a meeting in the Board room across the hall. So, it was my perfect chance.

I climbed up onto the top of one of the tables. Stretched my arms as far as I could, closed my eyes so tightly shut the my nose crinkled, flapped my arms and whoosh.

For exactly 1.2 seconds I was a bird. Weightless. Breathless. Free.

Then the reality of gravity rudely interrupted all my determination. And there might have been some sort of crying, blood, and stitches that finished out this little adventure that night.

But oh those 1.2 seconds were glorious. Without the weight of the world. Without people telling me I couldn't. Lost in my own unconventional dream.

Like a roller coaster free-fall mixed with the thrill of Christmas morning. Oh to be a girl again. Minus the blood and stitches of course.

And I'm fully aware that we moms are not really supposed to live out our childhood dreams through our kids... but really who can resist this:

Thank you "Painted Bunting Project" of 2008 for helping me remember the thrill of being a girl again.

And in case you are wondering if Brooke in fact did this little project on her own, notice the spelling of Bunting above. You gotta love that girl.

Now speaking of loving some girls, I just have to say again that I treasure the fact so many of you let us all peek inside your blog worlds for the "Getting to Know You" writing contest of sorts.
These are the other entries that fit the specific projects that are on the table right now at P31:

2 Kimberly

17 Luane

205 Imperfect

252 Lisa

This was such a hit, I think we will do it again sometime soon. That is if I can stop being tempted to put on Brooke's Painted Bunting costume and try... try... try... for another one of those 1.2 seconds. Smiles!