I surveyed the nap area in front of me, preparing for another half hour of day-dreaming and observing all my fellow pre-schoolers in their sleep. It wasn’t considered creepy when you were four.
Deciding to make the most of the time I had, before being forced onto a colored mat, I began rebuilding a wall of play bricks that had collapsed. They were blue and white, and I enjoyed playing with them, although I was never much good at being patient.
A boy with a long face named David and his friend approached me. They effortlessly brought me into their conversation. As we were inside our Lutheran pre-school, it was inevitably about God.
“I think God is this big,” David proclaimed, indicating the size with his pointer finger and thumb. “Like pocket-size!” His friend nodded.
Naturally, I was outraged. “No! That’s not true! God is bigger than everything!” I threw my arms as wide as they would go for my visual aid.
David shook his head, but the conversation ended as our “teachers”, or whatever you’d consider them, announced nap-time, and the exhausted little legs of my classmates gratefully collapsed into their colored mats. I day-dreamed about being aboard a pirate ship with lots of versions of me, just at different ages. Because I couldn’t accurately imagine an older version of myself, I just imagined me as I was then much taller. Big hair and everything.
I wasn’t far off.
