In eighth grade, I noticed paper cranes being made in the high school art teacher’s class. I approached her one afternoon, her already being the grandmother I should have grown up with and she and I being good friends, I asked her if she could teach me how to make them. She popped in the VHS tape in her classroom television and let me learn for myself. She’s one of the most wonderful and wisest people I’ll ever come to know.
The tape began with beginner’s forms of origami, like making a paper cup or a paper sailboat. It showed how to make this various shapes step-by-step. It progressed into more difficult forms, like a whale and a box. Finally, the crane came. It took a few tries, like every one before it did. I finally got the hang of it, and I’ve been making them ever since.
However, I only began counting them (putting numbers on the wings) when I became determined to make a thousand by senior year. It was then in the summer before my eleventh grade year that I set this goal. If you are not familiar with the legend of a thousand cranes, here is the story.
So, really, I don’t know how many I’ve actually made. But, since the summer before the eleventh grade, I have made 1,168 paper cranes.
When I say I shall do something, I mean it. I may not do it right then because of my not-so-long attention span, but I will eventually get around to doing it. It took me about two years to make a thousand. You may be wondering what I wished for if you read the above story. Well, I inadvertently made a wish for my art teacher/should-be-grandmother by giving her my thousandth bird. I wished for her to have a happy retirement for she was also leaving high school the same time I was.
I shall probably be making paper cranes for the rest of my life, and I am perfectly okay with this fact.
*photo does not belong to me