Long ago, Anjana and Kesari had a little son. He was also the son of Vayu, the wind, and he could leap higher than any child in the forest.
One morning he woke up very hungry. In the east the sun was rising, round and red like a ripe fruit. “Breakfast!” he thought, and he leapt into the sky.
Up and up he flew, faster than the clouds. Indra, king of the gods, saw a child racing towards the sun and, to stop him, threw his thunderbolt. It struck the little one on the jaw, and he fell gently back to the earth.
Vayu, the wind, was so upset that he stopped blowing. Everywhere, people and animals found it hard to breathe.
The gods hurried to make peace. Brahma healed the child, and the gods gave him blessings of strength, wisdom and protection. Because his jaw, his hanu, had been struck, he came to be called Hanuman.
He grew up strong, wise and kind, and later used all his gifts to serve Rama. Families often say that the greatest strength is the one that helps others.