The Day I Learned to Fly

a story about a dream i had when i was little :) or was it a dream?

A long, long, time ago, when i was very small, I could fly. Sure, I know that sounds ridiculous, maybe you think I'm crazy. I wouldn't blame you really.
It all started when I was three years old. It was my birthday, and daddy was asking me what I wished for while blowing out the candles on my birthday cake. After a while of refusing to tell him, I grew bored of my game. I explained how much I wanted to fly. I was deeply hurt, and shocked out of my skin when he replied that my wish couldn't come true! It was a little girls nightmare! Imagine having your dreams ripped away from you. And on my birthday too! I was so upset that I went straight to sleep at bedtime. That night, I had an amazing dream. I was wandering around the house, and a came to a set of spiraling stairs.I felt something down there, something dragging me toward the bottom. After a moment, i realised it was the carpet pulling me along. I had to get away, so I clambered up onto the banister and stood, balanced like a tightrope walker. I felt wind in my hair, and all of a sudden i was falling! I opened my arms and started flapping them like a bird. I found that if I moved them hard and fast enough, I could move through the air of my own free will! I woke with a start at 6 o'clock in the morning. I had slept in. I got out of my bed, and wandered down the hall to the stairway. Peering over the banister, I remembered my dream. I climbed up,just as daddy came in. He saw me about to fall down the two-storey drop, and ran to stop me. I jumped. I fell. But I flapped my arms, just like in my dream, and flew across the room!!!!!! Daddy swore never to doubt me again.
Later that year, at Christmas, Daddy told me that Santa wasn't real. But that's another story......................