Writing Wrongs

February 24, 2005

The wacky world

This is the name of Andrewís Imagination Fair project. Why is it wacky? Well, it consists of glass animals and figurines, some of which are from the 1970s, and yeah, a couple are wacky in that handmade 70s kind of way. Andrew has carefully placed one of these figures directly behind the rear end of a porcelain skunk.

This is what makes his project really wacky. It is also a high form of humor for an eight-year-old boy.

Iím hoping he manages to get his project to school without major mishap. It spent the last few days on the kitchen table. We wanted to take a digital picture of it so heíd have a guide for setting it up on his own today. Heís a little stressed about getting it just right. Iíd like to get a picture tonight because so much wackiness should not slip from this earth without photographic evidence.

The Imagination Fair is always fun in a high-octane, loud, chaotic sort of way. Thereís always at least one horse-obsessed girl and a few with mammoth doll collections. Iíll have to physically restrain Kyra. If someone has a princess display, Iím in trouble.

Last year, a young man was hawking the stories he had written--for free, of course. But he had enlisted his friends, who walked the aisles, singing his praises. When I stopped by his display, he already had a long list of people signed up for copies to be autographed and hand-delivered to their classroom by the author himself. He had the publicity thing nailed, completely, and I had the eerie feeling I was watching a 21st century John Grisham or Stephan King.

But most of all, the Imagination Fair makes me a bit wistful. When do we lose that confidence in our own imaginations?

Charity Tahmaseb wrote at 10:31 a.m.

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