The story of Daedalus and Icarus

When I first read this story I thought of my childhood once again. I remember the good old days when me and my sister used to pretend to be birds. We would use anything to try to make us fly. We tried umbrellas, bed sheets, and even card board box wings. Nothing worked sadly :( but it was always cool to pretend to be a bird. This story also made me think of children. You them NOT to do something and they do it anyway. Just like last weekend when I babysat my nephew...I told him not to put the cat in the bathtub full of water, but he did anyway. Got a nice big scratch on his face. This story however ended up sadly because the boy didnt get to learn his lesson, his lesson was death. As I looked at the picture on page 858, I saw Icarus' leg sticking out of the water in the lower right hand corner of the picture. His dad, Daedalus, is swooping up in the air at a safe distance from the water and the sun. He doesnt know that his son is being swallowed by the blue water.