Your first craft lesson. Your first rain when you were allowed to go out. Your first sense of accomplishment.
Your first sense of loss as it drowned. Your first life lesson about staying afloat in harsh circumstances. Your first science lesson about buoyancy.
A paper boat implies a lot of firsts.
But it also signifies a different world. With different priorities.
Maybe it implies a Tagore poem of the same name.
by Rabindranath Tagore
Day by day I float my paper boats
One by one, down the running stream.
In bid black letters I write my name on them
And the name of the village where I live.
I hope that someone in some strange land
Will find them and know who I am.
I load my little boats
With shiuli flower from our garden
And hope that these blooms of the dawn
Will be carried safely to land in the night.
I launch my paper boats and look up into the sky
And see the little clouds setting thee white bulging sails.
I know not what playmate of mine in the sky
Sends them down the air to race with my boats!
When night comes I bury my face in my arms
And dream that my paper boats float on and on
Under the midnight stars.
The fairies of sleep are sailing in them,
And the lading ins their baskets full of dreams.
Or maybe it tells us that no matter who you are, where you lived or what you’ve done in your life, you remember how to make a paper boat right?
So the real question is:
“Why not paper boat?”