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One year before Noah and his family went camping, his parents thought that they would take advantage of the summer weather and host a picnic party for Noah’s fourth birthday at Greenvale Park. The party wasn’t planned too far in advance of the day, but three of Noah’s friends from his playgroup were brought along by their parents, bearing well-wrapped gifts and possessing a thirst for exploration. The four children spent the afternoon eating and exploring the banks of the nearby river, never straying too far from their parents’ well-trained eyes.
They were pretending to be pirates and, although the boys struggled to agree on whether pirates were good guys or bad guys, Noah was encouraged to walk the plank. To do this, the other three boys suggested that he climb the tree and walk out on one of the branches to simulate a plank. The branch wasn’t that far up, so Noah took off his shoes and started placing his bare feet in the footholds created by the thick bark at the base of the tree and pulled himself towards the fork in the trunk. Instead of pushing himself all the way up, Noah froze. In the centre of the tree was a small, glowing sphere. Before he had a chance to think about any other reaction, he pushed himself back from the tree, landing on the ground. This caused a slight fuss between his friends the parents, but, Noah wasn’t hurt. He had, however, seen something that he was never going to forget.
Noah knew it was not a coincidence that he thought of this story the moment he touched the sphere after seeing it for the second time. He would not have had the courage to pick it up, otherwise, particularly after seeing it at night in the rainforest. He held it in his hands for what felt like the longest time, admiring the light that it gave off, so warm and so soft. He stayed there for a while. In the warmth. Enjoying the peace. Noah only ever had dreams like this, so it was hard to believe that this was real. He was brought back to the forest world by the sounds of his mother running after him, trying to call out as loud as she could, desperate to make sure that he was safe. When she got within about four feet of Noah, the sphere’s light went out so Noah’s mother couldn’t see the obstacles around her and she fell. Noah yelled to try and stop her from hitting the ground, but, instead, she seemed to prevent herself from falling all the way down to the ground.
For several seconds, Noah’s mother appeared to be hovering on her own. No strings. No glass tables like a magician might use. Just hovering. The rest of Noah’s family were waiting at the edge of the clearing, staring at Noah’s mother floating in mid-air. The moment seemed to last forever. Deliberately lifting her head to make eye contact with her son, she stared hard at him. “You can put me down now, Noah,” she said in as calmer tone as she could muster. After thinking about what she meant, Noah imagined his mother standing upright on the ground, free to move as she saw fit. And that is precisely what happened.
Relieved, they went to sleep in the family tent that night, Noah huddled in close to his mother. She had started to snore, but Noah was having trouble sleeping anyway, replaying the evenings’ events in his mind. The only thing that provided him comfort was the glow shining across his tent. At the slightest hint that a critter was nearby, the light would go out, and Noah would be forced to fill in the blanks about what had happened and to ask the question to the darkness instead: What did he do to deserve the honour of being Greenvale’s first ever superhero?
My name is Gregg Savage and, every night when the house is quiet, I write and publish a free children’s story at dailytales.com.au for you to share and enjoy.
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