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Flying Without Wings

They believe they can fly. They (probably) believe they can touch the sky…

They told me they could.

I didn’t believe them.

They then started jumping, quite expertly, from 1 sofa to the other.

It’s actually quite a long way, especially for 3-year-olds.

“See, Daddy: I told you!”

They had their first day back at pre-school today, & it went surprisingly well. When we picked them up they presented us with great pictures they’d made for us.

Just for this week it’s 1 – 3.30, then 9-1 from next week for the rest of the term. The school want them to do a full day to 3.30 but we think that’s too long.

We picked them early so they could have a rest before their first gym class.

They loved it! They really enjoyed running around, stretching & jumping in the warm-up. Then, in a little group of the 4 youngest, they walked forwards, backwards & sideways on the beam, rolled forwards, backwards & sideways down a padded slope, & swung on a rope.

Then: the vault! We were hoping they’d get to do something on that apparatus!

The idea, we saw later, was for them to run up, jump on the spring-board & reach for the vault with their hands. The teachers, 1 on each side, were then to help lift them to a standing position on the vault.

“This should be interesting” we thought as we watched from on high, as Jake prepared to take his run-up.

And away he went! Running faster than any little boy ever should, he hurtled towards the vault. He jumped on to the spring-board: Boing!

So far so good!

Except instead of a neat landing on the vault with his hands, he went hurtling through the air, completely clearing the vault & zooming right over to the other side! A flying Jake!

The last thing we saw were his legs as they rapidly disappeared behind the vault.

The teachers seemed a little concerned, no doubt mentally checking their indemnity insurance & trying to remember who the parents were & whether or not they had many tattoos. Or worse: sharp suits.

We were a little worried, to be honest – but only a little. We’d seen the sofa-jumps!

He was fine. He emerged smiling, & I could imagine him saying – as he often does after a death-defying leap – “I’m awight”.

Now, if someone could just help me get those blasted Westlife (or is it Boyzone? I can never remember) songs out of my head…

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14 thoughts on “Flying Without Wings

  1. Fab post, although a little scary to watch I bet the boys were in their element! My 4yo girl loves gym classes…and sofa flying for that matter! They would probably get on well :)

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  3. I love your stories. It brings back memories of when my twins were three years old. Our son thought he could fly as well and went ‘flying’ over the edge of the veranda railing into the garden below. In the hospital when the doctor tried to stitch his head (just a couple of stitches) he didn’t call for his Mom or Papa but for his twin sister. I’ve nominated you for some awards and hope you accept them in the spirit they were intended but if you choose to decline the nomination I completely understand. http://mamacormier.wordpress.com/2013/09/04/more-awards-thank-you-diane/

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