The Flying Kibbutz

When the kids were little I somehow made up a bed time story that was only used when we were going to sleep away from home.  It was called the Flying Kibbutz.   Maybe it started on a trip to Israel.  The way the story went was that there were children living and working on this kibbutz.   Their names were amazingly similar to those of our kids.

Well on special occasions, the kibbutz would just get up and fly.   When that happened, everybody on the kibbutz went into a trance but the select children.   The kibbutz would take off slowely with a ritual series of sound effects our kids loved.  RMMMMMML  BMM BMMM   BMMMM   chuga chuga chuga, chucka chucka chucka, etc.  First it vibrated, then it shook, and eventually it just left the earth and flew to some location.  Once it went to New York.   Another time to London.  There our intrepid kids would get off and look around.   Then, with the same sound effects, the kibbutz would return to base.   Everyone would wake up,, not noticing they had been in a trance, and the children would tell the kibbutz leader where they had been. Of course no one believed them.   But usually they had brought back something like a shell or other artifact that proved they had flown somewhere.   But no, frustratingly, the adults never believed in the flying kibbutz.

While the story might have been most delightful on first telling, the repeated telling the story on trips added history and memory to the story.....which more than made up for the lack of surprise.  

Maybe I'll make up a Flying Kibbutz story for myself, tonight before I go to sleep.