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| My
flying dreams: For as long as I can
remember, I've had these dreams. If I could find
a large enough object with a flat surface
[usually at least a foot across], I could hold it
out in front of me and it would act as a kite or
hang glider wing and I could glide on the air
currents. DA: The guidance
councellor my senior year. He also taught the
history, economics, government, and health
classes. He was always trying to start
conversations with me so I did my best to avoid
him whenever I could.
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Learning
To Fly
09-29-1997 |
| I
was in a small field that looked like it used to
be a parking lot. There was a tall, gutted
building at the back but I couldn't really see
what sort of building it was. I picked up a long
flat rock, kinda like slate, ran into the wind,
and began to fly. I experimented and found out
that, as long as I had something about the same
size that was flat, I could fly. One time, as I was on the ground, DA and
some other guy I didn't know came over and asked
if I could help them. They needed to fix
something on the top level of the building. The
top level had no safe way onto it, as there were
no walls... just cement pillars holding the roof
up. Since I could fly, they wanted me to go up
there and fix it and then come back down.
I agreed to help and flew up to
the building. I had a funny feeling as I
landed... about possible danger. It put me on
edge while I fixed some wires. When finished, I
grabbed a piece of cardboard and jumped off the
building. I started to fall and, for a moment, I
thought I would crash to the ground and die... I
could imagine myself dying in a crumpled heap...
but then, a gust of wind caught at the cardboard
I was holding out in front of me and lifted me up
so I could glide in to a perfect landing.
End.
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