It is that time again. Time to clear my head, limber up my fingers, and just write. I look so forward to Five Minute Friday. It is my one day of the week when I can just free my soul and write. If you want to learn more about it click here and head over to Lisa Jo's blog. Now, set your timer friends, clear your head, for five minutes of free writing without worrying about getting it right. These are your people. The poets, the mothers, the bloggers, the writers, the pencil and paper artists. Let’s do this. 1. Write for 5 minutes flat – no editing, no over thinking, no backtracking. 2. Link back here and invite others to join in. 3. And then absolutely, no ifs, ands or buts about it, you need to visit the person who linked up before you & encourage them in their comments. Seriously. That is, like, the rule. And the fun. And the heart of this community.. OK, are you ready? Please give us your best five minutes on:
The word fly brings many memories flooding to my brain. The first would involve my youngest child. My daughter thought she should fly. When she was just a toddler she would drag a chair to the counter and climb up. She would stand there and see if someone was looking then squeal and say, "Look! I am flying!" as she dove off the counter. I had many terrifying moments with this....but she had great faith that we would catch her and she was right....she never once hit the ground.
My third memory of flying was my first trip on a plane. I was 8 and flew to my grandparents in Alabama. I flew alone and actually earned a set of wings for being a good traveler. My grandparents picked me up in Montgomery. It was great fun. Then came the big flight the night after seeing the movie Airport. My seat mate was a young hippie with a duffle bag he kept nervously between his legs. I just knew I was going to die when the bomb in his bag exploded. Weather was bad on this flight and we flew out in the direction of the Bermuda Triangle. I could see lightening and a bolt actually struck the wing of the plane. I did not fly after that for a long while.
Flying has always appealed to me. I love the feel of the air on me. I love the peace that comes from the sky.
To Joey, With Love....WINNER!
1 year ago