Day 123: Scientists

Eight years ago on Christmas morning, I watched in awe as my brother tore the wrapping paper off his very own “Build Your Own Volcano” kit. Eyes glistening, my brother grabbed my father’s hand and ran to the basement to begin building. As much as I wanted to join in with them, I stopped when my mother shouted for me to come open my final present. I raced back to the living room, thrilled at the thought of having my very own volcano kit. I was giddy from imagining myself in a white lab coat, making a volcano erupt all on my own. Instead, I faked happiness as my mom showed me how to work my new fake oven. I convinced myself it wasn’t that different from a volcano. 


After all, I could pretend my apron was a lab coat and the brown lump of Play-Doh was really molten lava cake.