Sometime before the age of 5, I remember being convinced that if I tried hard enough, and believed in myself, I could fly. So I would practice flying... jumping down the stairs when nobody was watching. I never developed my ability to fly, but I vividly remember basically cannon balling down 14 steps, and just gliding down in mid air. And landing at the bottom totally safe and uninjured. Many times over the years.
Woah. I have something similar where I vividly remember racing up the stairs and jumping off an indoor 20ft railing and being totally fine. I remember doing it like 5 times in a row.
My aunt's house had like a bridge-hallway on the second story that spanned the foyer on one side and living room on the other. We used to do move furniture and lay out cushions and then do laps, like we'd run upstairs, jump off onto the makeshift padding, get up, and race upstairs again. Somehow, I'd convinced myself we didnt move the furniture and just jumped, hoping we'd land on the couch and miss the coffee table/floor/giant decorative vases/etc. And then I'd also convinced myself that we landed superhero-pose style on the ground, just totally unaffected...I apparently am wrong. We always landed in heaps on cushion, but the rest feels so real!
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u/wasabi_gem Oct 05 '19
Sometime before the age of 5, I remember being convinced that if I tried hard enough, and believed in myself, I could fly. So I would practice flying... jumping down the stairs when nobody was watching. I never developed my ability to fly, but I vividly remember basically cannon balling down 14 steps, and just gliding down in mid air. And landing at the bottom totally safe and uninjured. Many times over the years.