I was never able to get the hang of it either.
I have, at times, been known to forget what I might have learned ...
Oh dear; I'm reading this just before leaving to run some errands - and hoping I don't get to practice flying on the ice and snow that have visited us. Your words are magic, once again, Teresa.
Flying is an internal thing ... :)
Something in us never stops trying to fly.
It is what keeps us afloat ... :))
Thanks for giving me a big smile this morning. I have fond memories of jumping off roofs. My brother liked to pretend he was a stunt man in a western. He'd grab his imaginary gunshot wound and tumble off dramatically. :)We didn't jump off the granary roof (too steep), but seeing that word makes me happy too. :)
Weren't they good times? There's something about a granary ... it still stands but not as I once imagined it to be.
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