Childhood Revisited – Daily Prompt 12/30/15
We had a playroom when we were small; I guess I was about 4 or 5. In the middle was a very large table. Daddy had cut the legs so it was low enough for our little chairs, and we used it for all sorts of projects, meals, etc. But what I remember is that I could jump off the table and fly around the room. It is a very clear memory. I don’t remember my two sisters being there. Or even talking about it.
As a teenager I loved Wonder Woman comics. And I could fly in my dreams. If I wanted to get away from anything, or just go somewhere, I just had to jump up and away I would go over the trees. This flying dream continued for years. I don’t know when it stopped.
I have flown a lot as a grown up, in airplanes and even hot air balloons. But it isn’t the same.