Capturing an aeroplane

Those were the days and nights too. Well, I don't remember the nights, I used to sleep in the nights. But, few days I remember. I know you will say that how come I remember when I was only few months old. Don't kid me with these questions when you know I was born intelligent. Ok, so it was one of those beautiful summer evening when I was crawling around my house. I could have walked too but I was acting my age which was about seven-eight months at that point in time. I was playing with the sand, actually eating the sand but I should not be telling this to you as you might tell this to mom. Just then I saw a aeroplane landing in our courtyard. It landed just besides me and what caught my fancy was its bright yellow color. A bright yellow coloured aeroplane in our own courtyard, I was thrilled. I wanted to catch it and keep it with me lest it flew again out of sight. So, with one reflex action I caught the plane in my right hand. I know what you are thinking but I guess I didn't tell that I was born brave and strong as well. The aeroplane tried to fly away but with all my might I held it tight. I thought that this was going to be the most heroic task of my life. Capturing an enemy's plane. Mom would be proud of me and I would get a bravery medal from President on next 26th Jan. It was not a ordinary plane. It was a bomber plane. Just when I was about to be getting the medal in my dream when it detonated a bomb! I did not hear the sound of the bomb but it mist have been massive coz I felt severe pain in my hand. It was too much to bear and I started crying out loud in pain. Mom came running from kitchen and pick me up and asked why was I crying. I could have easily told her that I had caught a bomber plane but I was acting my age so I just kept crying. She could not figure out for some time. Then she looked at my closed hand and opened it. Therein lied the debris of a wrecked plane! I must have broken it with my tight grip. Mom picked up the wreckage from my hand and threw it away. I overheard her saying to dad after he returned from office that I had caught a wasp in one hand . I did not like the name wasp for a bomber plane. It should have been something more deadly. My hand became twice its size due to after-effects of bomb and I was on my way to becoming a man!

Moral to blog readers - Not all shiny yellow things are gold or aeroplane!