In response to the prompt on Sunday Scribbles on Thursday, May 15, 2008.
He was just 2 years old. He understood the world as good as his mom and dad but could not make them understand. One day his dad got a nice remote control plane to fly. He and his equally excited dad went outside to try it out. The weather was perfect - sunny, bright and the wind in just the right direction to make the plane go up high. His dad tried couple of times but the plane would launch and swirl down almost immediately. He was trying to tell his dad to position the plane little higher and press the button with a pressure towards down. But all his dad heard was his squeaks and shrills. His dad tried to calm him down saying he needed to concentrate on the plane fly but finally giving in to the little boy's persistent squeaks. He stood in the little chair that his dad got for him and tilted the plane and pressed the button just right. Together, they saw the plane soar up 20 feet high in the air, do a triple summersault before landing in the ground.
7 comments:
My oldest son remembers being frustrated at a similar age because no one gave him credit for being as smart as the grown-ups but without their experience and skills. You capture that frustration neatly.
We've watched people fly those, but never tried it ourselves. Great description!
I love how the voice even sounds like a little boy. The excitement at the end is tangible. Nice!
wonderful tale, we have so much to learn from the little folk!
That was fun! :-) No wonder they say "Child is the father of man".
you've captured the feeling there, i remember feeling that type of frustration at that age, lovely that the plane did soar for them...
Granny Smith: You must be proud of your eldest son :)
Texasblu: It is fun. Give it a try.
Chefdruck: Thanks.
Tammie Lee: I can't agree more.
Arc: You said it.
Crafty green poet: You must be a genius :)
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