It’s a wonder I made it to adulthood.
I know we all think that, but to say I narrowly escaped death on several occasions would not be an overstatement. Most of the time, it was because I thought I could fly. I dreamed of flying all the time. And in my waking hours I would try to make it happen.
I jumped my bike off ramps. I climbed trees to get as close to the sky as I could. Once I even jumped off the top of the barn with a garbage bag as a parachute. It didn’t work. I guess you could say I spent my entire childhood trying to reach the sky. Looking back now, I can see pretty clearly that every failure scarred me and disillusioned me just a little. Until, somewhere years ago, I stopped running and jumping. I stopped holding my arms at shoulder height and making airplane sounds.
I grew up, I guess. I’m “responsible.” I wear matching shoes, and try to make sure they’re tied. I wear my seatbelt, and I usually drive under the speed limit. I always look both ways before I cross the street and I never double up on dessert.
But I have a little secret. One nobody knows but me.
Sometimes, at night, when nobody else is around and I’m safe in my dreams….
I still fly!
-Submitted by DL, New York