Black houses on chicken legs dance around this frame, these are the type of houses the three Baba Yaga sister inhabit. In folk lore the Baba Yagas help adults on their life quests but they EAT children. The two stone children in the picture are still alive but are severely damaged unlike those who fly through the sky above. The stone children are hoping their mommas will save them.
Yesterday John remembered the knife throwing games of his childhood. Again I cringed. I criged because I thought his game was the same as the knife throwing by little Nebraska kids on my block; but no. The goal of John’s game was to take turns throwing a knife to an exact twelve inches from the outside of his opponents foot. The opponent then scooted his foot to touch the knife before he pulled it from the ground, and all is repeated over and over until one of the kids spit his legs so far apart, he could no longer reach the knife.. Not in Nebraska. We faced each other and threw a knife AT the feet. There were two goals here. The thrower’s; to watch the opponent panic as he wondered whether the knife throwing kid had somehow improved his aim. ‘Somehow’ because moms, always, magically, found out the game was in progress and put a stop to the “fun” before said skills could develop. Would the target kid trust the knife holding kid or does the target kid choose.., weeell we never called it ‘good judgement’ more like, ‘to be afraidy cat.’
The goal for the target was to HOPE HIS MOM WOULD PUT A STOP TO THE FUN .nancymauerman.com