happy birthday.
There once was a little boy named Luke. He lived in a rural area of Virginia.
Luke was four years old, and had mousy brown hair, stark blue eyes and a smattering of freckles across his face. He was built as many four year olds are, naturally inclined to falling down.
Luke's favorite animal was the bald eagle. He admired its' fierce golden eyes and its' wingspan that ranged from 66 to 96 inches. Also, it was the symbol of America and he was being raised to be proud of his country as his father was a former sergeant in the marines. Who wouldn't admire such an animal?!
Being an only child, Luke often found himself trying to entertain himself. His way of doing this was by daydreaming that he could fly like the bald eagle.
His daydreams would take him across the Blue Ridge Mountains to the volcanoes of Hawaii to the Great Barrier Reef to the Great Wall of China and to the North Pole (to visit Santa of course).
This daydreaming began to affect Luke in his day to day life as he started believing he could fly.
He began getting in trouble, climbing to the top of the jungle gym only to be caught by his teacher. He was also caught by his mom, climbing the large oak in their front yard.
"This is becoming a problem," Luke's mom said to his father late one night.
Luke's father nodded in consternation and thought for a while.
A few minutes passed, and he snapped his fingers, and a grin that reached his ears spread across his face. "I have just the idea!" And so he told his wife the idea, mirroring Luke's own excitement concerning flying.
So, the weekend rolled around and it found Luke daydreaming in his room.
As he was high above the plains of Africa, he was rudely interrupted by his father bursting into his room. "Hey bud! Let's get going."
Luke stared blankly before rolling his eyes and dragging himself down the stairs. He could only expect it to be their once a weekend lunches at Lulu's, the local cafe.
Once seated in his father's car, his face barely reaching the window, he returned to daydreaming.
When he was done making his rounds, and came back to reality, he realized they were passing Lulu's. Not one for many words, he just stared at his father. His father only responded with a wink and a smile.
They turned off the road eventually onto a gravel path in the midst of a massive expanse of tall trees.
Coming out of it into a parking lot, was a large green field. But it was what sat on it that caught Luke's attention.
Large, brightly colored balloons, with carrying baskets were taking off.
It suddenly dawned on Luke that he was going to fly. He was really going to fly!
He took off from the car as fast as a four year old could run and ran smack right into the knees of an old man. The old man looked down at him with a toothy smile and laughed.
Luke picked himself up as his father approached the old man and together they walked to a hot air balloon.
The balloon took off and Luke peered over the edge of the basket as the ground fell away from them.
He was really flying! Out over the trees. He could see mountains in the distance.
It was the best day ever. Or so he thought until a ...was it really...a bald eagle?! It was!
The bird soared past them and he was awestruck.
They landed on the ground eventually. And as they made their way to the car, Luke told his father how he could swear the bald eagle winked its' fierce golden eye at him!
This was THE best day ever and he would never ever forget it.
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Luke was four years old, and had mousy brown hair, stark blue eyes and a smattering of freckles across his face. He was built as many four year olds are, naturally inclined to falling down.
Luke's favorite animal was the bald eagle. He admired its' fierce golden eyes and its' wingspan that ranged from 66 to 96 inches. Also, it was the symbol of America and he was being raised to be proud of his country as his father was a former sergeant in the marines. Who wouldn't admire such an animal?!
Being an only child, Luke often found himself trying to entertain himself. His way of doing this was by daydreaming that he could fly like the bald eagle.
His daydreams would take him across the Blue Ridge Mountains to the volcanoes of Hawaii to the Great Barrier Reef to the Great Wall of China and to the North Pole (to visit Santa of course).
This daydreaming began to affect Luke in his day to day life as he started believing he could fly.
He began getting in trouble, climbing to the top of the jungle gym only to be caught by his teacher. He was also caught by his mom, climbing the large oak in their front yard.
"This is becoming a problem," Luke's mom said to his father late one night.
Luke's father nodded in consternation and thought for a while.
A few minutes passed, and he snapped his fingers, and a grin that reached his ears spread across his face. "I have just the idea!" And so he told his wife the idea, mirroring Luke's own excitement concerning flying.
So, the weekend rolled around and it found Luke daydreaming in his room.
As he was high above the plains of Africa, he was rudely interrupted by his father bursting into his room. "Hey bud! Let's get going."
Luke stared blankly before rolling his eyes and dragging himself down the stairs. He could only expect it to be their once a weekend lunches at Lulu's, the local cafe.
Once seated in his father's car, his face barely reaching the window, he returned to daydreaming.
When he was done making his rounds, and came back to reality, he realized they were passing Lulu's. Not one for many words, he just stared at his father. His father only responded with a wink and a smile.
They turned off the road eventually onto a gravel path in the midst of a massive expanse of tall trees.
Coming out of it into a parking lot, was a large green field. But it was what sat on it that caught Luke's attention.
Large, brightly colored balloons, with carrying baskets were taking off.
It suddenly dawned on Luke that he was going to fly. He was really going to fly!
He took off from the car as fast as a four year old could run and ran smack right into the knees of an old man. The old man looked down at him with a toothy smile and laughed.
Luke picked himself up as his father approached the old man and together they walked to a hot air balloon.
The balloon took off and Luke peered over the edge of the basket as the ground fell away from them.
He was really flying! Out over the trees. He could see mountains in the distance.
It was the best day ever. Or so he thought until a ...was it really...a bald eagle?! It was!
The bird soared past them and he was awestruck.
They landed on the ground eventually. And as they made their way to the car, Luke told his father how he could swear the bald eagle winked its' fierce golden eye at him!
This was THE best day ever and he would never ever forget it.
Posted via LjBeetle