On flying
Did I tell you about the time I flew? No seriously.
I was always the quintessential only child – held back from most physical activities because of the degree of preciousness that my parents attached to me. As a result, most activities which children take for granted were completely removed from my life – like sneaking up and making your own maggi (the fire could burn me and I could die), flying a kite (I could fall off the balcony and die), riding a cycle (I could fall and… you get the drift).
As a result, when I got married, I put down a task list that my husband was to go about executing on as a part of taking on the job. First on that was teaching me how to ride a cycle. The expedition last for couple of sessions – however, on the second day, I experienced flying first hand.
As my feet got off the ground, the stagnant, humid air turned into a gentle breeze, brushing through every strand of my hair, passing through the collar of my shirt, ballooning up the sleeves, and causing goosebumps to surface through my skin.
With the air that touched every part of my existence, dear reader, is how I flew the first time.
I was always the quintessential only child – held back from most physical activities because of the degree of preciousness that my parents attached to me. As a result, most activities which children take for granted were completely removed from my life – like sneaking up and making your own maggi (the fire could burn me and I could die), flying a kite (I could fall off the balcony and die), riding a cycle (I could fall and… you get the drift).
As a result, when I got married, I put down a task list that my husband was to go about executing on as a part of taking on the job. First on that was teaching me how to ride a cycle. The expedition last for couple of sessions – however, on the second day, I experienced flying first hand.
As my feet got off the ground, the stagnant, humid air turned into a gentle breeze, brushing through every strand of my hair, passing through the collar of my shirt, ballooning up the sleeves, and causing goosebumps to surface through my skin.
With the air that touched every part of my existence, dear reader, is how I flew the first time.