This is a short chapter from my memoir, Make Believe. Adagio
This is a short chapter from my memoir, Make Believe.
My back was flat against the floor; and I felt the rough fiber of the carpet through my thin shirt and against the bottom of my bare feet. Anna stood in front of me, waiting.
I lifted my knees to my chest, my legs making a flat platform for Anna to lie across. She grabbed my hands, then took a hop and positioned her body along my legs and lifted her legs straight out into the air, her toes pointed. Raising my legs, her body lifted in the air until it was just slightly less than perpendicular to the floor.
"Ready," I said and her little fingers tentatively loosened their grip, then her arms swooped out to her side as if she were a butterfly soaring on the wind.
I lifted my arms, palms up to the ceiling, "Ta-dah!"