Yesterday was Father’s Day and I spent the morning having breakfast with my dad. When I was a kid, my dad would humor me and my active imagination on a daily basis. We had one of those giant green turtle sandboxes in my backyard that my sisters and I would play in every day. In our heads though, this was no ordinary giant turtle sandbox… it was a teleporter! Believe it or not, this was my dads idea. We would sit on top of the turtle and yell, “Take me to Egypt!” and the backyard would magically take us there. Our swing set became the Great Pyramid of Giza and our cat was the Sphinx! We would run around the yard and pretend to be pharaohs and queens and get involved in epic battles with tomb robbers. Then we would jump back on our turtle and go to another time and place.
It is because of memories like this that I have of my dad that I love the book Flying! by Kevin Luthardt so much. The book starts with a simple question:
Well, why do I have arms, Papa?