Flying

When I was a child I really, really wanted to fly. One time when I had a stomachache, my mom told me to say over and over, "I don't have a stomachache, I don't have a stomachache." Well, it worked. So I thought that miraculous phrase could work on being able to fly. For hours and probably for several days I walked around quietly saying, "I can fly. I can fly. I can fly." After repeating it many times, I would jump up to see if it was working. It never did, but maybe I just didn't say it enough or jump high enough.

I had many dreams about flying. I dreamed I was a fairy (you know what I mean!) many nights. I dreamed I had pretty wings and that I could just decide to fly and I was able to do it. I usually flew at night in my dreams. Sometimes if people were around, they would hang onto my feet and try to keep me on the ground. In spite of that, I was able to fly freely most of the time. Maybe this is how the flying phrase ("I can fly") really worked.

My first boyfriend was Superman, who could fly. I dreamed he would rescue me and we would fly together. Also in these dreams were the 5 or 6 boys from next door. They were part of Superman's gang. They rescued me too.

I really don't want to fly anymore. I'm too afraid. I think about hang gliding, but I would only want to fly about 15 or 20 feet above the ground. It may not be practical, but who knows? Maybe some time, especially if I get skinny.

Some shallow thoughts.

PS--Do NOT psychoanalyse me for any reason concerning the above thoughts!!
QOTW