When I was small. Even smaller than I am today, probably around five, six, or seven years old. I was able to fly. No seriously this is not a joke. I could fly. Incredible isn't it?
Without mechanical assistance either. I just used to take off. A bit like Superman I suppose, except that I didn't have a cape, and I never had to get changed first in a phone kiosk.
All I did was, I floated about six inches off the ground for a few seconds, and then just took off. Up into the air. I could go really high too. Sometimes the earth below me looked like a page out of an atlas. I never flew that high often. It could get quite cold up there, and I have to confess it could be a little bit scary. You have to bear in mind that I was very young.
Sometimes when I took off, I could hear the grown ups shouting angrily. But that didn't bother me because I was well out of reach.
If I was very careful I could, and I know you won't believe this, I could sit on a cloud. Honest. This is a true fact. Even lie back on one and rest. It was so beautiful to be sitting there. I had to keep my wits about me though, because certain types of clouds can disappear in an instant. The best ones I found were the really big fluffy ones. The ones that like to linger.
Of course eventually I had to come back down to earth, and face the angry people. But, and you might find this hard to believe too, I could make myself really, really miniscule, until I was almost invisible. That way they never saw me come back and I was able to sneak back into the cupboard under the stairs without them noticing. They never, ever found out how I did that. It used to drive them crazy.
I have been having a go at designing a cover for my book tonight. I thought I would share this with you. I was pleased with it, but I don't know if it will be the one I use.
I suppose this ought to go on the Ramshackle Art Gallery blog really. Or maybe not. It isn't going to be for sale. Not yet anyway.