I can fly!!!
When I was tiny, and I mean VERY tiny, I was obsessed with Mary Poppins. My mother tells me I watched it at least once a day every day the entire year I was four. One windy day I remember thinking how delightful it would be to fly just like Mary Poppins. I put on my loveliest, flounciest gown (the blue one with little flowers and lots of lace), stole my dad's umbrella and made my way out to the "cliff" which was fortunately neither very tall nor very steep. Actually, it was a small hill. Standing at the top I opened my umbrella, looked out with a smile of perfect faith, and hurled myself forward. For just one glorious moment I WAS flying, with my lace fluttering around me and the wind whipping through my hair! And then suddenly I was sprawled at the bottom of the hill, the umbrella crushed beneath me, my lace smeared with mud and grass, and a huge red triangle missing from my knee where I had struck a rock. I still have the scar.

I can't imagine what my unformed mushy little brain was thinking, but I do remember what it felt like when I thought I was flying. Inexplicable but almost worth it.
(WordsMeanThings, Thu 30 Sep 2010, 8:57, 3 replies)

Nice
Childhood innocence crushed by child (and laws of physics)
( ChiefWiggum typing random stuff, Thu 30 Sep 2010, 12:10, closed)

Sadly I also have a similar admission to make.
My (Adam West) Batman costume had a lovely cape on it. So to the top of the driveway posts I climbed, trusting in my cape. Holding the ends in my hands I fell to a messy heap on the pavement for all the neighbours to see.

I wouldn't mind if I didn't do the same thing every week.
( Blind Meach Cautiously optimistic, Thu 30 Sep 2010, 12:28, closed)

I know exactly where you're coming from, although you're clearly brighter than me:
www.b3ta.com/questions/decisions/post880878
( Je suis un vagabond is an unfunny, up your own arse middle class knob, Thu 30 Sep 2010, 12:34, closed)