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Look Mommy, I Can Fly!

by Rolli

It happened on Sunday. Mom was making lunch. Dad was outside somewhere. My brother and sister were at the playground. And I was BORED TO DEATH.

So I started spinning my pigtails around. Not with my hands, but just by thinking. First the one started moving… and then the other. I spun them faster and faster, until…

My feet lifted right off the ground.

“Look Mommy, I can fly!” I cried.

“That’s nice, Dear,” she answered, not even looking up.

“No, really!” I said, rising higher and higher.

“Mmm hmm, mmm hmm,” was all she said, stirring the macaroni.

“I’m up to the ceiling now!” I screamed. But Mom just ignored me.

So I grabbed hold of the ceiling fan. It spun me around and around and around and around and around and around and around. When I let go, I flew into the living room, down the hall, and out the window.

Dad was busy in the backyard, building something that looked kind of like a doghouse. Which is weird, ‘cuz we don’t have a dog.

“Look Daddy, I can fly!” I cried.

“Oh yeah,” he said, hammering away.

“Seriously!” I said, trying to get his attention.

“Right, right,” was all he said, taking another nail out of his mouth.

“It’s a miracle!” I shouted, doing a loop-de-loop.

“Ask your mother,” was all Dad said, getting out his tape measure.

I gave up.

I thought I’d fly to the playground. I had to spin my pigtails pretty hard to get there.

My big sister and her friend were on the swings.

“Look sister, I can fly!”

But she didn’t look. She just whispered something to her friend.

“See!” I cried. I did a dive bomb and a figure-eight.

But she and her friend just giggled.

“I’m a crazy, crazy helicopter!” I shouted, hovering right over her head.

All she did, though, was jump off her swing. Then she said, “Little kids are so annoying,” to her friend, who nodded. Even though her friend was my age. Then they both walked off, whispering and giggling.

I gave up.

My big brother was on the other side of the playground, reading a comic book.

“Look brother, I can fly!” I cried, whizzing up to him.

“Big deal,” he said, turning a page.

“No, really,” I said, gliding right by him.

“Whoop-de-doo,” was all he said, turning another page.

“LooklooklooklooklooklookLOOK!” I yelled, all in one breath.

But he didn’t. Instead, he rolled his eyes, rolled up his comic book, and roller skated home.

I gave up.

Then I decided just to enjoy flying even if nobody could see me. I flew in a circle, then in a rectangle, then in a triangle. I was about to fly in an hexagon when I thought, “Hey! It must be lunch time by now.”

So I headed home, spinning my pigtails as hard as I could. When I walked into the kitchen, everyone was waiting for me.

“What took you so long?” they all asked.

“Nothing,” I said.