You wouldn’t know this but as a kid, I genuinely believed in my ability to fly.
Oh. You were the same?
Well, it was fabulous believing that flight wasn’t only possible, but, a calling. What nature intended. Wasn’t it?
One day I’d be planning my exit from the bedroom window. The next, using the shed roof as runway to get a higher trajectory. Such a rush!
One particularly bad day, I clearly set my mind on scaling the shed roof. At the prime age of 5 I’d had enough of the parents abusing one another/themselves/me physically and mentally. My time had come. I was going.
I packed the essentials.
My coin purse stuffed with halfpence pieces.
Well, if I could have climbed onto the shed roof I bloody well would have been. I had a flight plan and everything…