My Shadow

My Shadow
by Robert Louis Stevenson
I have a little shadow that goes in and out with me,
And what can be the use of him is more than I can see.
He is very, very like me from the heels up to the head;
And I see him jump before me, when I jump into my bed.

The funniest thing about him is the way he likes to grow--
Not at all like proper children, which is always very slow;
For he sometimes shoots up taller like an india-rubber ball,
And he sometimes goes so little that there's none of him at all.

He hasn't got a notion of how children ought to play,
And can only make a fool of me in every sort of way.
He stays so close behind me, he's a coward you can see;
I'd think shame to stick to nursie as that shadow sticks to me!

One morning, very early, before the Sun was up,
I rose and found the shining dew on every buttercup;
But my lazy little shadow, like an arrant sleepy-head,
Had stayed at home behind me and was fast asleep in bed.

We played with our shadows today at Cami's house.

We made shadow puppets... Tried to make shadow creatures with our hands and bodies...

And traced our shadows a few hours apart to see how they changed...

If you look closely, you can see the original pink and blue shadows, then the yellow shadows were outlined a few hours later...

I don't think Colby and Cami really understood why their shadows changed, and maybe they didn't care, but it's an introduction. They had fun doing it anyway!