posted on Aug, 3 2008 @ 06:35 PM
when i was as a little boy i could fly. well, i should say there was a day in which i could fly, and on that day i flew. i remember it as vividly as
if it were just yesterday, and my mother claims that i have been going on and on about this since it happened, although most of that i don't
remember. i remember telling my mother and a few other people scattered randomly throughout my life; girlfriends i was close with at the time, best
friends, and even a doctor. the results and their reactions don't really matter, but to be clear they were usually different then you might expect.
some would faithfully believe me, unquestioning due to either honest and sincere trust. Others were not so accepting amidst their exterior belief in
my stories and gave me the pat-on-the-head 'boys will be boys' syndrome. i don't know whether to take the latter of the two reactions; as a
compliment or to be offended that they would assume i would say (much less experience) something like that and believe it myself, wholeheartedly, if
it weren't true. i'm very intelligent and if you know me you would understand that i've never put a lot of stock into what people think about me.
i'm solo most of the time, i like doing my own thing. i don't like being lonely but at the same time, i'm comfortable with who i am. that being
said, i will say this: i am slightly offended when people "believe" this particular piece of my history for that one reason alone. i don't care
when someone pretends to because they honestly couldn't possibly care less, that's actually pretty polite, considering. but when someone
"believes" me verbally on the exterior but i can sense they think i'm blatantly lying or outright crazy, it pisses me off for obvious reasons.
there's no sense debating the actual issue with them, but at least be upfront with me about, that's my opinion. don't patronize me for the sake of
conversation, i'm not some nut and i'm not a child. i tell this story because it really is true in my mind, and i really hope you can understand
that i'm intelligent, socially accepted (even revered, sometimes), and my mind is in top shape. i say these things because i really want to stress
that i'm not making this up. i know it may sound as if i'm stretching to get people to believe this as i write but the truth is i'm trying to give
u a clearer picture of myself and how profound i believe this event to be. i also find it to be amazing and enjoyable, so here i am writing on my
computer as an outlet i suppose. an outlet for something that's been stuck inside of my mind for a very long time (with the exception of those times
i divulged a tidbit to the random person here and there during my life) as well as an informative entertaining read for anyone who so chooses. i feel
as if i have already stretched this introduction as far as possible, so i'll conclude with this: when i was a little boy i could fly.
let me elaborate.
when i was a kid i lived in new jersey, paulsboro to be exact. it was a lot like every other lower-middle class suburban new jersey neighborhood. my
school was right across the street, my two best friends lived within shouting range (one in the apartment above mine, one three houses down on the
corner) and the candy store and arcade were the perfect distance away for a nice bike ride. i was a normal kid, in every way. i remember me and my
two best friends jackie and raymond would play ninja turtles in my backyard, ride our bikes around the school when it was closed, and wait for the ice
cream man. i lived in four apartment house, but it was huge. the front of it had all four doors next to each other and a big porch with a big wooden
set of stairs going down into the front yard. i lived in the very first one, a ground apartment. i spent a lot of time with raymond and jackie, and
other then that my life was full. i went to school, i was active in martial arts and t-ball, i watched a lot of tv and played more then my