Floating paper airplanes are everywhere! The wind is blowing just right, catching each one as it slides off my fingertips. I try to make them soar high, but they keep drifting towards the floor. Each plane I fold seems to fly a little differently—some glide smoothly, others spiral down like tiny tornadoes.

I’ve been spending hours on these little crafts, cutting and folding carefully. My mom keeps asking where all this paper is going, but she never says anything about it. She’s busy with that new computer game, trying to beat her high score every time I see her.

Outside, a few leaves are still hanging around from last fall, dancing in the breeze. They seem jealous of my airplanes, swirling and spinning but not flying as freely.

I wonder if anyone else is playing with paper planes today or if it’s just me having this fun. Maybe there will be someone in the park practicing their throws too.