If flying was a dream

If flying was a dream, I wouldn't be in a place that keeps me bound. If flying was a dream, I would be everywhere and nowhere at the same time.

When your feet leave the ground for just one split second, you can feel how much it is different to when you are forced to stay by gravity. When your in the air, even for a split second, you are not forced, you are on your own.

Everyone has felt this before, if they had wanted to or not.

When I was younger and first learned how to ride my bike, all I wanted to do was go fast. Faster than the wind, faster than the boy next door who kept bragging about having the nicer bike, and that my girly one wouldn't be able to keep up. I wanted to be the wind, or at least as free, making it easy to go wherever I wanted to go, having a bike was a nice start.

There was a forest close by, the children weren't really allowed to play in there, because it led right into the lower part of town close to the busy street. One day, when the boy next door challenged me to race him through the forest down the dangerous way, I was all up for it. My heart was pumping with adrenaline, I wanted to win. I wanted to shove his pride and his bike up his ... never mind. That day, I remember it well, I learned how to fly, not the way most people think, no it was different.

We raced through the forest, over branches, past giant rocks and by the busy street, I was close to catching up, I was close enough to hear the chain creak, I was too close to see the branch. I flew high up, over my handle, seeing how my bike hit the floor, seeing how everything else went into slow motion.

The feeling of flying through the sky was undescribeable. You feel the wind around you, you feel like everything just stopped for you.

Until.

You hit back into reality. Or in my case. The ground.

Ok, so I was a kid, and cried afterwards, but my point is, that the feeling is never gone from your system.

If flying was a dream, I would want to dream it every night.

A friend got this really nice trampoline, one where about 5 people could jump at the same time, going higher and higher.
I sneaked out at night one summer, thinking about how great it must be like to see the stars while jumping, wanting to try and catch some...yes I know girly thoughts, but I don't care.
That night the sky was cloudless, the stars were so bright, so close. And I was going to break the record of jumping high. Sneaking around the back of the house, climbing the trampoline, taking one last breath, bending my knees and up. I came down a few times before I had reached the perfect height.
The few seconds that I felt weightless in the air while looking at the stars were unbelievable. If it hadn't been for the friends father chasing me away with a broom stick, I would have continued to jump and just enjoy the silence.

If dreaming was like flying, I wouldn't have to wish.