2002-11-05 - 8:05 a.m.
I remember being able to fly. I'm not kidding. I think it is my earliest memory. We lived in Regina, Saskatchewan, in a little house with crystal doorknobs. I remember spreading my arms, lifting my feet, and catching the air. I would soar down the hallway and all through the house, watching the linoleum woosh past, and I could feel the air rushing under my belly.
Common sense tells me I am remembering something I imagined or dreamed, yet the memory is so vivid, the sensation is right there in my mind...it does make me wonder!