A/N: this is slightly based on a conversation I over heard between two five-year-olds at my church, where I am not the new girl.
There is no water in heaven.
I was at camp, sitting and reading on the beach. I could hear the smaller kids at the beach, screaming and throwing sand. I laughed. The kids at this church were loud!
Me and my mom were new at the church, and had only been coming for a few weeks, but apparently every summer they rent out a campsite for a weekend. It was a cool place, and I had found at least twelve good places for reading already. Right then I was sitting with my back up against a tree, looking out at the bay. Behind me, the trees formed a semi-circle, big enough for two five-year-old boys, who at that moment came into the grove of trees.
"Hey," one of them said, I couldn't remember his name, "wanna go to heaven? We can go to heaven in my elevator!" I snickered quietly at the boy's imagination.
"We're going canoing!" The other boy said.
"We can go canoing in heaven!" Said the imaginative boy.
"There is no water in heaven." I imagined the little boy, his hands on his hips, looking at the first boy like he knew that he was so much smarter.
"Well," the first boy said, sounding desperate to convince his friend, "well heaven has candy, and healthy stuff, and all the movies in the world!"
The skeptical one seemed to think for a moment, then said "Well the only way you can get to heaven is if you die."
"No!" The imaginative one said, "We can get there in my elevator!" The skeptical one denied the elevator would work again, and the imaginative one sighed and said "Well, I'm going to heaven." he proceeded to make elevator noises, and then said "I'm in heaven!"
"You are?" The other boy sounded impressed.
"How did you get here?" The imaginative one asked, "Did you die?"
"No," the skeptical one said plainly, "you can only get to heaven if you die for real." The two boys walked away, and left me on the beach.
"Hey, um, new girl!" Some one called. I looked up to see a girl standing a little ways away in a bathing suit, holding a towel. "You wanna go swimming?"
I nodded, but as a raced to my cabin to change, I couldn't help but think that if I had been able to, I would have gotten into the first little boys elevator.