Helicopter Mum
Confessions of a Free Bird Turned into a Helicopter Mum By Carolyne Destiny I grew as free as a bird in a large extended family. We played everywhere, had no real boundaries, and sometimes ate wherever lunchtime found us . We climbed trees and fell off the trees. We climbed roofs and fell off roofs. One day my skirt was held by a nail just as I was about to jump and I was suspended mid-air for a mini -minute before the fabric gave way and I fell flat on my tummy. With my last breath, I called my sister in gibberish and we have always laughed about it. We played a lot. The young ones just followed the older ones and went wherever they went. This included ‘fishing’ at the river at the foot of our forest. We excitedly brought home our catch and put it inside a glass jar on top of the cabinet in the living room. My mum who knew better would throw them out into the flower garden, ‘accusing’ us of bringing frogs into her house. I would watch as they wiggled to their death, heartbr