Ever since I was a child, I wanted to fly. I was fascinated with the concept of flight and badly wanted to be a part of it all. I would imagine myself flying and feeling the sensation of wind on my face and body. Yes, I was one of those kids who would stick my head out the car window as we drove. Don’t judge, this was long before any seatbelt laws and personal safety was quite loose back then 🙂 There was a corner area at my next door neighbors house where two walls met that created an updraft with any notable air movement. It didn’t have to be windy for the magic to work. I would take an inflated balloon to that area and bounce it off my hands to see if it would lift on it’s own. Often it did and I wanted to lift off along with it. I began dreaming about flying when I was a child, and have flown in my dreams often to this day. The feeling is oh-so invigorating!
Under the Dreams tab, I posted an essay on flying. The essay does not recount any particular dream, but it does outline how my dream flights have evolved throughout my lifetime.