As a lad about this age I was convinced. Totally convinced that I could fly. All I need do was to perch on my bedroom's windowsill. Then leap! I'd make a right angle turn, and fly to Queens to surprise my Aunt Agnes. I planned to land on her back porch. I could have done it. If I had tried I still believe I would have flown. Well that or broken a few bones. Either way an adventure. Which is the whole point of being a kid.
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I imagine you could fly at least 20 feet, about 6 inches off the ground.
In dreams as a child I glided exactly like that. A few inches above ground going about. It was so real I felt the wind on my face, and the grass brushing my toes.
Nalini Lasiewicz
Maybe when we stop believing these things is when we leave our childhood?
Geneva Hagen
No telling how many kids of that era broke their legs that way!
Sidney Smith
Yes maybe,...or how many didn't, and flew.
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