If I had the gift of flying, I’d never stay in one place for long. I’d lift off at sunrise, chasing golden light across mountaintops, then swoop low over oceans just to feel the mist kiss my face. One moment I’d be gliding above snowy peaks, and the next I’d be dipping between city skyscrapers, laughing as the wind tangled in my hair. No traffic, no tickets, no waiting—just the wide-open sky and the freedom to go wherever my heart pointed. Honestly, I don’t think I’d ever come down unless it was for snacks.
Tales of a Family 