You read that right!

As a child, a dreamt of flying (if your child self didn't want to fly, you were a highly unique child XD)

I still flew! I accomplished that dream!

You must be thinking I'm a mad woman now, trust me, I'm not! (Maybe a little)

Life is about looking for ways and grabbing those opportunities, you miss one, it may never come back, I mean that.

If you're wondering how I flew, this is how it went:

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I watched daddy as he put the suitcases in the big things above our heads, you know, the place where everyone puts their baggage. What is it called? I know! I'll ask daddy!

"Daddy, what do you call that cabinet thing?" I asked with beaming smile.

"Jaria, it's late, get some sleep. Aeroplanes are the best places to sleep." Daddy was no use. We was a very old and wise man, but he was stubborn! Like me, hehe. I loved daddy, specially when he gave me those longs talks about being... well me! He was good at making me feel special, special from the rest.

I've always wanted a sister, when I told him, he said, "Do you want to share the love you get?" Well that answer was a big, fat NO! Who wanted to share the love they get? But I still wanted a sister and if I couldn't have one, then I wanted to fly. I told daddy that I wanted to fly, he said, "if that's a dream, you need to learn to catch it, if you don't, it's fly away."

Nothing flies away from me! I will fly!

"Daddy..." he had fallen asleep. Of course he did, he was a sleepy head.

"Mummy?" I looked across to my left. Mummy was asleep too, so was my brother Jabir. I huffed and crossed my arms over my chest, why was everyone so useless!

I glanced at the window, this was my first time in a plane (well the first I was actually old enough to understand). I loved the window seat, I felt like I was flying, I just wish I didn't have a seat belt. I tried to sleep, but I couldn't, I didn't know why, but I felt... weird, I felt like I was trapped mid air.

"Would you like something, dear." The lady with the fancy clothes asked. I remembered asking dad who she washe said she's an air hostess. She had a funny way of speaking, it sounded posh and different.

"No thank you, señorita." I tried my best speaking English, I didn't know much, I knew more Italian.

She nodded and went forward to the lady in front of me. She had this red long scarf around her that caught my eyes, it reminded me of Wonder Woman, or any superhero for the fact. "Señorita." I called after the air hostess. She came as soon as I called.

"Yes, is there something you would like?" She asked with a beautiful smile.

"Umm I can't sleep, can I fly?"

She looked taken aback, I wondered why."

"Sorry, but you are flying, you're on an aeroplane." I understood what she said but I had a feeling she didn't understand me.

"Sit here is not flying, it's siting." I tried my best. I explained again, this time in something I'm more confident in, Italian. She looked even more confused until the woman with the red scarf explained my order to her.

"So what is it that I can help with." She asked again.

I asked the lady with the scarf for her scarf, which she handed happily. I tied it around my neck and climbed over daddy. "Watch me." I said. I tiptoed to the back of the plane. When I reached there, I walked back to the front, but in a faster pace as I couldn't run, I let my hands stretch out as 'flew'. The woman with the scarf giggled as did the hostess, but I felt like I was flying, I with the plane moving forward and my imagination running wild.

I flew that night, I flew for the first time. What was flying anyways? It was being in the air and moving your hands and legs. I flew.

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That was long! Yes, that's my child self, and yes, I looked back at my diary and translated the passage. If you guys don't know, I was originally born in Italy, though I don't live there anymore.

That night, that flight, changed my life. It took me to a place way different and place where I had to learn another language (ie English) the place where I live now. Just before the flight, I saw the scariest thing of my child life (a story for another day.) but still I managed to be me.

My child self was crazy, but I admire her, she took every opportunity she found, like we always should.

I know you'll say that wasn't really flying, but being honest, it's how you look at things.

What is flying? My child self had her answers, what's yours?

My biggest inspiration was the eight year old me, she was mature for her age, but a bit crazy too, she changed me into who I am today, she taught me to never let anything leave my grasp, make it mine.

What of your childhood inspires you?

Had my little story inspired you? If it did, tell me because I really want to know!

Children are always more optimistic than teenagers, but I never let my optimism go, you shouldn't either.

Next update comes soon!

Stay tuned, keep dreaming!

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