The Spring of My Fourth Grade Year in Six Words

The Spring of My Fourth Grade Year in Six Words

In fourth grade, I was a monkey. Our school put on a production of The Wizard of Oz. Our dance teacher and choreographer, Miss Caitlin, taught the flying monkeys stunts. Being the smallest monkey, I was easily a flier. So after a couple weeks of preparation and a demonstration by Miss Caitlin and her cheerleader friends, I got to fly. The other flyer and I were thrown  into the air by Miss Caitlin’s friends first before being thrust into inexperienced ones, so we both knew we were in trustworthy hands. Although I was nervous- again I was being tossed in the air and caught on someone’s hands and shoulders- the experience was thrilling and exciting, and it made the monkeys closer (we were devastated when we found out we wouldn’t be able to perform the stunts, afterall). Once I mounted and stood in the air, I let my problems fall to the ground, and I found a fun kind of serenity. Flying may not be possible for me now physically, but I can still dream about it. Starting sometime after that first stunt, my dreams offered it as a solution to any problem. Once I closed my eyes I knew everything would be all right. Whether running from a witch or getting lost in a labyrinth, a flap of my ever present wings or a leap of faith onto a scaly steed magics away my problems and I am given a taste of that beautiful feeling, once again.

Have you had a similar experience, or enjoy flying (in your dreams, a plane, or in a stunt way)? Does anything other than flying make you feel carefree and serene like I describe? Tell me in the comments below!