Currently reading Nicholson Baker‘s A Box of Matches and the following quote stood out:
I showed Henry how to make a paper airplane. I’d showed him once a few years ago, but he’d forgotten, and I’d almost forgotten myself. The moves came back to me, though, as I talked my way through them, and as the triangles narrowed into swept-back wings…
I’m staying at my father’s house while waiting to move to my own place at the end of the month. My 6 year old little brother is going through the boredoms of his first summer holidays and I’m trying my best to be a good big sister, to provide entertainment.
The other day I helped him build some paper airplanes from a cut-out book and we flew them about in the backyard. I asked him if he knew how to do origami explaining that I used to make things out of paper all the time when I was his age. Of course he wanted me to show him, but I looked at the squares of paper and couldn’t recall the folds. I excused myself a sec, dashed upstairs to my laptop and googled origami to find instructions for a cube, tested it out quickly and then returned downstairs to demonstrate with a fresh piece of paper as if I knew how to do it all along.
Next time I’ll be better prepared.