Origami by Won Park and Why Nobody Brings a Ninja to Show & Tell
by Hally Marlino
Won Park’s origami is dope. I’m a sausage-fingered person. On the bus, in third grade, all the kids folded paper into Chinese throwing stars and traded them for gum. Mine looked liked crumpled, nose-blown Kleenex.
One of the older neighbor boys gave me a real metal star and I brought it, hidden in my Thundercats thermos, to school. It was for show and tell. My plan was to demonstrate tracing the sharp edges with a crayon to make a flower. I had no idea they were contraband, but the principal wasn’t sympathetic. It was the closest I ever came to being a ninja, and it was over before it began.
That night, my parents sent me to my room to ‘think hard on what I’d done.’ I sat in my papasan chair, listened to a Bangles cassette tape and read my mom’s copy of Sybil, eating Bit-o-Honey after Bit-o-Honey. Take note, parents; Timeouts are sweet for kids who love to read.
Which brings me to the next week’s show and tell at school, during which I presented my babysitter’s Kama Sutra sex book. Honestly, I thought it was an index of circus freaks. My teacher did, at least, move me to the highest reading group. Not so cool as being a ninja, but I didn’t get grounded. I’m still calling it a score.
Images of Won Park’s origami: xaxor.com, skulltastic.com, sweet-station.com, and willsherwood.com