I sit down and buckle myself into the swing. I sit, waiting for the ride to begin. The chains jerk. I slowly start moving forward. I go higher. My eyes close and I stretch out my arms. I feel as if I am soaring higher and higher with nothing holding me down.
So this is what it feels like to fly.
The chains jerk. I open my eyes and see my swing and buckle. The ground is under my feet. My flight is over. As I walk away, I turn and look back at the swings, saying good-bye to my amusement park daydream.