I have long, fond memories -- among the fondest, in fact -- of day dreaming in elementary school, idly drawing (in slack time, of course, teachers were sticklers for those who daydreamed during, say, math) away with a pencil on a loose piece of paper or in one of those spiral notebooks. Being a boy, I drew lots of boy things: skyscrapers, submarines, underwater bases built into those comical desert islands with the one palm tree, the tree serving as the tube for the periscope. And rockets. Lots of rockets.
So to see my kids doing the same things at school is wonderful. The drawing here, from the middle child, came home on the back of a homework assignment. Sigh. Takes me back . . . even though it is a girly picture.
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