It wasn’t really until the cloud forms were created that the kids were able to imagine the wonders of the world where clouds live.
When it was time to imagine, this is what it sounded like:
What are clouds made of?
L: They’re made out of rain.
Q: Nope. Dust.
J: Smoke.
Q: Nope. Not smoke.
J: They sort of are.
Q: Fluffy white stuff. You can’t even touch clouds.
J: I know. They’re not really fluffy.
Q: Yes they are.
J: Not when you go up to one and touch one though.
L: They look fluffy. Your hand goes right through them.
What do they feel like?
L: They feel like nothing.
J: I haven’t felt one.
Q: Cold.
L: They don’t feel like anything.
How high is the sky?
L: It touches the Earth.
Is this the sky right here?
J: No.
When does the sky start?
L: Above your house.
If you were standing on the roof of the house, would you be in the sky?
J: Noooo…
L: Yah, you would.
Q: No. Because the clouds are miles high. The sky is miles high.
J: Way way way way…..
L: Sometimes the sky touches the ocean.
Q: Sometimes.
L: The sky begins at the ground. Well, above ground.
What are some things that are up in the air?
Q: Air planes. Helicopters!
Thigns that don’t fly?
J: Bears!
What creatures could be up there, that we don’t know about?
J Tiger! Lions and tigers!
L: Whackamadoodles?
Q: I said whackamadoodles first!
Why don’t you draw one?
Q: I don’t even know what one looks like.
What would you do if you were up in the sky?
J: Play in the sky and never fall down.
Q: Planes do fall down. Airplanes do fall down in crash landings.
Is that a tiger? That tiger has pink stripes, no wonder he’s up in the sky. He doesn’t want to be seen by the orange tigers!
Q: Maybe someone will hunt him, and put him in a cage and everyone will want to look at him, in a zoo.
L: Sometimes zoos are good for animals to be kept in. If people are going to hunt them a lot. Because they can’t hunt them in the zoo.
Can you ever reach the sky?
Q: No.
L: Yah.
How?
J: With open windows.
What are things you can’t reach?
Q: Light.
J: …Bulbs.
Why not light?
Q: Because you can’t touch it, because you can’t touch light. You can stop it but you can’t touch it. Actually, you can’t stop light, it always peaks it’s way through.
J: Stars.
L: Little balls of fire.
Q: The sun is a star.
L’s imagination took off, with flying fruit characters, and J had fun with the same idea. C drew all the flying machines he could think of, and all of the kids had to draw on both their personal knowledge of the sky, and their wonderful imaginations.
“A helicopter.” C
“This is a blimp.” Mi
“Can I draw people falling from the sky?” Mi