Itell my daughter/sarah, who is having an especially bad day. She’s lost her favorite bracelet, she turned in the wrong homework assignment,;I ask her if I’ve ever told her the story of the diorama.“Yes, Dad sarah sayd. More than once,” she says.That doesn’t stop me. “When I was in the sixth grade,” I say in my storyteller’s voice, “we had to make shoebox dioramas of a scene from American history the sara came up with the idea to do a wagon train traveling across the Great plains in the mid-1800.
This part is when sarah tel us about her friendJorge and I had been in the same class since fourth grade. We were pretty evenly matched when it came to test scores and homework, but for hands-on projects, there was no one like Jorge.Jorge’s mom and dad were architects, so maybe he had a leg up, but who knows.”......
As soon as I sarah heard that Jorge announce that he was making a shoebox diorama of a log cabin, I decided to go one better. I’d she says she will create a fleet of Conestoga wagons in a circle formation around a campfire at dusk, with miniature people and horses and dogs made of pipe cleaners, and children running around it would be a masterpicse -] .
Sarah Live love and sleep
{-And that’s just how it turned out: a masterpiece! I carried it upstairs to my room and that night I went to sleep with a smile on my face, imagining Jorge’s reaction.”
In the middle of the night sarah was joleted woke up by a ripping sound my heart stopped. Sara felt sick she know that sound it was lucy was demolishing my masterpiece! you couldn`t even tell what it was.
Sarah Live love and sleep
“Then I said it out loud: The dog ate my diorama. It was funny, actually. The more I said it, the funnier it got. I started laughing. I laughed until my sides hurt. I couldn’t stop laughing.”