On the Subject of Flying (603 hits)
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Submitted by fallout (View user info) at 2008-07-06 05:28:59 EDT
When I was younger I could fly. I don't mean I could fly by using my imagination or some other type of bullcrap, but I could actually fly. Me and a few friends used to skip church classes on Sunday afternoon, and would fly all around the church grounds and surrounding hillsides. We were always careful to stay near the church so we wouldn't get caught. We werent sure what would happen to us if we were caught, but we knew it wouldn't be good. Maybe we would just get a spanking, or put on restriction. Maybe something worse would happen, like our parents would disown us, or we would be put in a cage, or worse yet, cut up and poked and prodded to find out what it was that let us do this wonderful thing.
We also stayed near so we could make sure that we could get rides home. It might have lived in a small town, but some of us lived pretty far away.
In order to fly you needed to stand with a group of people and close your eyes. You thought light thoughts, and just willed yourself to fly. Once you started to rise you opened your eyes and flew wherever you wanted to. It was a pretty simple thing to do. Just about everyone could do it if they wanted to. There were people as young as 6 and as old as 16 who could fly, at least in our town. It just depended on when your parents let you go out on your own, and learn lifes lessons. I learned early, because my parents let me hang out with my older sister and go to classes with her. I imagine there were adults who could also fly, most had probably just forgotten how to do it. Quite possibly hobos can fly, I don't know, I have never thought to ask one then, and generally stay away from them now, all they ever want is my cigarettes and change. Maybe one day I will ask one, when I have enough change and smokes.
I know that we actually flew because there is no way in hell that we could have made it to the places we did and back before our parents got out of the sermons. The Pastor was a bit long winded, but we used to fly some distances. Sometimes we would fly out into the hills and play in the park. Some of the areas we would go to in the hillside park were out there, and fairly high. There were some statuary up in the hill and in the surrounding area that normally one would have to hike to in order to get to, it was a desert recreation of the burial tombs and the hill where Jebus was hung on the cross. We used to make it out there in our Sunday best and back without tearing our clothes, or getting hurt. Other times we would fly to the nearest commercial area, which was about a mile away. We used to go there to spend some of our donation monies, have a soda, eat a donut, play some of the newest video games. The older kids would smoke cigarettes and sneak some booze. That donut shop was probably one of the few places we would actually fly directly to, because just about everyone who ever hung out there could fly, or knew someone who did. Ray would let us come in and do just about whatever we pleased, because he was getting our money, and for the most part we were pretty well behaved. As a matter of fact the place seemed to be neutral ground, some of every type of group and clique known would be there every day. Sunday afternoons weren't any different, except there would be more there than normal.
I can remember when someone new learned to fly. Sometimes they would crash and hurt themselves, sometimes they would forget that they needed to stay close to the church and would go to far away, missing their rides. Once in a while they would forget how to come down. That was me. I didn't know how to come down the first time, and a few times after that I forgot too. I would start to rise into the air, and start to fly with everyone else. This seems easy, and it sure is fun! The only problem was I kept on rising, and everyone started to yell at me. "What are you trying to do?", "You showing off?", and "Come down! You are going to get us caught, and we wont be able to do this again!".
It wasn't my fault, though, no one told me how to do this! I am starting to get scared, I sure am high up here!
Finally someone comes up and helps me to come down. "Don't worry, kid, this happens to everyone at some point. At least you didn't crash on your first time."
Great, now I have something else to look forward to... If I rip these slacks and shirt I am going to get an ass whooping. Oh well, I will deal with that a little later, this is GREAT!
I made it down that first time with no problems, and almost every other time without any big problems. I never ripped my clothing bad enough to get me in real trouble, sometimes a scolding, but thats all.
Sometimes we would lose a few of our fellow flyers, to moves or sometimes death, but most of us stayed and flew as long as we could. Some people apparently just got to old and forgot how to fly, maybe they didn't have the time to do it anymore. Jobs and kids do that to you. As I grew older and got a job I must have forgotten how to fly, too... I swore that would never happen to me, but it did. When I had a free moment I would stand there, close my eyes, and try, DAMN, but I would try. I never seemed to get anywhere. One day I could fly, and the next day I couldn't. I would think it was a gradual thing, but unfortunately not.
Some Sundays I would even go to the Donut Shop and hang out for a few minutes, even say hey to Ray. He seemed to be the only one who remembered that I could fly. And as I forgot all who flew and left before me, I was forgotten by all but Ray. I would still try to remember, and stay at the store as long as I could. I would buy a soda and stare wistfully at the youths in the shop, and then realize I had to get somewhere, anywhere, nowhere important.
This story is mostly true, and here is a link to information on the park. I suggest if you are in the area, check out the park, maybe you will be able to fly also...
www.desertchristpark.org
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Submitted by darkwulffe (user info) at 2008-07-07 21:25:43 EDT (#)
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Submitted by The_Drake (user info) at 2008-07-07 15:39:47 EDT (#)
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Superman can fly too.
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Maybe I am superman, then
Submitted by Axolotl (user info) at 2008-07-07 20:05:41 EDT (#)
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Submitted by The_Drake (user info) at 2008-07-07 15:39:47 EDT (#)
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Superman can fly too.
Submitted by monkeyswithguns (user info) at 2008-07-07 12:32:28 EDT (#)
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Submitted by Berty (user info) at 2008-07-07 09:39:07 EDT (#)
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Submitted by czwij (user info) at 2008-07-07 08:24:25 EDT (#)
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bangladeshi berty is in an uproar after being tossed out of his wheelchair by an irate toddler to whom he wouldn't lend a fag.
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My argument was (and remains) that you cannot 'lend' anyone a fag.
Submitted by czwij (user info) at 2008-07-07 08:24:25 EDT (#)
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bangladeshi berty is in an uproar after being tossed out of his wheelchair by an irate toddler to whom he wouldn't lend a fag.
Submitted by Berty (user info) at 2008-07-07 05:46:39 EDT (#)
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Oh I get it, it's a metaphore for being a kid and carefree/imaginable etc...
Newsflash: Being a child is terrible. It is like being an adult, in that life is entirely terrible, but you are trapped and surrounded with crazy people. Generally it is the opposite of everything you have said here.
I swear to God, the number of these bullshit posts people fart out over the years... Can you people not just accept that life gets better and better the farther away you get from all this appaling, tiny, nonsense?
If not then fine! Go fuck children if you want to get in touch with your inner child. You can curl up on the couch, watch 'wizadora' (or whatever children watch these days) and then they can suck you off, completing your mentally masturbating trek into days of yore.
Fuck you and fuck your foul smelling noise, you motherfucker.
Story was good though, well written.
Submitted by F.J.Bell (user info) at 2008-07-07 04:31:57 EDT (#)
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Suave.
When I was very young I had these recurring dreams that I could fly. My technique was to run as fast as I could and then dive forwards. This allowed me to hover a few feet above the ground, travelling at a great speed.
When I was about 8 years old I could recall these dreams so vividly that I thought they had been real. I said to my gran one day "Remember I used to be able to fly? That was cool. I don't think I could do it anymore, I'm too big."
And she was all like "WTF?!"
Submitted by loveinbrevity (user info) at 2008-07-07 03:14:04 EDT (#)
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very whimsical.
Submitted by experima (user info) at 2008-07-06 14:13:35 EDT (#)
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Submitted by skrapmetal (user info) at 2008-07-06 13:56:39 EDT (#)
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The first time I went cliff diving I convinced myself I was flying. I ran off the edge with my eyes closed. I swear it took like five minutes to fall the 40-odd feet into the river. There is nothing like flying.
Submitted by Bubba2341 (user info) at 2008-07-06 12:44:55 EDT (#)
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Reminds me of the '60s. We flew a lot, too.
Submitted by Wompom (user info) at 2008-07-06 10:36:32 EDT (#)
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Neat