Only Magic Broomsticks Fly

Today’s been really great! After school, I walked down the avenue and headed to a tiny bookshop nestled between two big competing law firms. I live in the city and I love it. Everything is so filled with energy and you just want to run everywhere! You may think you wouldn’t be out of place for running, because everyone in the city runs, right?

Wrong, you hilarious suburban.

People rush everywhere. They basically speed-walk, shove, and even sometimes stroll, but they don’t run. Running for me means getting so overwhelmed by the energy that I have to run.

Most city people don’t get that energy because either they focus on a very specific thing, shutting their surroundings out in an iron door of willpower or they dull it down with music or a river of random thoughts.

Some even just quietly absorb it, but don’t let it out.

They don’t let it go.

And yes, I will shamelessly throw that reference around even though it makes people want to kill. I can play that song on the piano and violin AND (drum roll please) by whistle….

What can I say, Disney is amazing!

But, back to the bookstore, it’s a very short-long building. And I don’t mean long in the front, I mean it’s long from front to back and very short in height. Bet you’ve never really seen a building like that, especially not in a city. It’s pretty huge on the inside. I don’t even know how it fits to be honest. I like to think that it’s magic.

Strike that, I don’t think it’s magic. I know it is. I work there and read to the kids in the children sections. We’ll burst into song and run around like crazy people. It’s one of those stores that not made for kids, but it is a kid in a way. Seriously, the building never really seems to get older and...

Well, it’s hard to explain, but it’s home.

In fact, it even has a pet.

I don’t have any pets, but this really neat cat always passes by the store. We, the kids and I, have basically adopted it so it’s not really a stray. It’s a cat that has this really dark brown color and the only way we can tell it didn’t roll in mud to look like that is because it’s fur is so silky. It’s so clean, we think it must have an actual owner, which is why we haven’t officially taken it in. If it ever leaves the bookstore, I’m going to have a bunch of crying kids and a crying me.

Ooooo, I know the perfect funny story.

So, two of the kids at the bookstore had this great idea that they were wizards. Tommy and Ella (at the mere age of 5 years old) spent all day sorting through the huge trash bins in the alley behind the shop looking for a broom. Apparently they found one, along with the found varnish in the arts supplies box I keep out for random bursts of woodworking.

Which, I mean, this does count as woodworking. So, yay?

Soon, their clothes were spotted with brown varnish and they’d inscribed a crooked Nimbus 2000 on the handle. It would have looked like an exact replica from the book, except there was an adorable face on the broom part of the broomstick. MAKING IT EVEN BETTER!!!

I was so proud of them. I mean, seriously, when I was five years old I'm pretty sure all of my energy went into begging for ice cream or screaming or literally anything else. I was not a crafty kid.

I was all like, "YOU GO!!!!!!!!!! You guys are going to be the next Bill Gates or something," because for one moment of stupidity and enthusiasm, I actually believed it could fly.

But yeah, it was all going pretty awesome until Ella actually tested the broom out, by rushing to fly out of the window.

Luckily her robes - proud Slytherin green - caught on a chair and she tripped, falling forward with arms hanging out the window. Decked in a cute Hufflepuff robe with Gryffindor red tassels, Tommy started yelling about “you said we could go ‘at the same time!’” And it dissolved into a yelling match.

I – dressed in bright Ravenclaw robes – grabbed Ella from attempting to fly again and grabbed a children’s book explaining gravity.

Which makes me sound super responsible and boring, but I only used the book to show them what happens when you throw something out of a window. Then I helped them build a zip-line with the broom in the alley.

That probably sounds extra, but I just can't stand boring things. I have to be doing something, sure a lot of the times it fails in a really dramatic way, but that's part of the fun - broken bones aside.

If this was the only craziness I had to deal with on a daily basis, I might be slightly sane, but it isn’t. More on that another time though.

Kylie

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