Paper Airplanes

I changed my cursor to something frivolous: a paper airplane. It reminds me of easier times when such joy and entertainment could be derived from something so simple as a piece of paper. Part of me misses those days, yet who is to say those days are gone?

I remember making paper airplanes as a kid and getting such a kick out of how far they would fly. Different designs would fly different ways, further, or faster. It was fun to figure out my favorite, to experiment. As we grow older, that childlike innocence is somehow lost or dissolved into daily routines. It is only because we let it. So, today, I decided to make a paper airplane. I flew it across the office, giggled as if I was still a child, and enjoyed the simplicity of that single piece of paper (after accidentally throwing it right into the wall). I forgot how great it is to see my creation succeed, watch it glide across the room, floating in space. It really didn't fly very long, as I have forgotten just how to make the PERFECT paper airplane. But it flew, and a piece of me soared with it, caught up in the reminiscence of my childhood, my long forgotten innocence. Even if it was only for a few seconds.