When I was nine, my dad bought me a robot dragonfly.
It didn’t look like much, just some styrofoam and plastic, but boy could that thing fly.
Me and my dad would go to the park every weekend and watch it soar, high up in the sky.
But on the day we opened it, we were too impatient to go all the way to the park. We decided to just fly it in the backyard.
The dragonfly unsteadily hovered around…
…and then fell into our neighbor’s backyard.
So I guess what I’m trying to say is…
patience is key.
“Get out of my class”
okay
images via Sindura Sriram