by Rolli -
It happened on Sunday. Mom was making lunch. Dad was outside somewhere. My brother and sister were at the playground. And I was BORED TO DEATH.
So I started spinning my pigtails around. Not with my hands, but just by thinking. First the one started moving... and then the other. I spun them faster and faster, until...
My feet lifted right off the ground.
"Look Mommy, I can fly!" I cried.
"That's nice, Dear," she answered, not even looking up.
"No, really!" I said, rising higher and higher.
"Mmm hmm, mmm hmm," was all she said, stirring the macaroni.
"I'm up to the ceiling now!" I screamed. But Mom just ignored me.
So I grabbed hold of the ceiling fan. It spun me around and around and around and around and around and around and around. When I let go, I flew into the living room, down the hall, and out the window.
Dad was busy in the backyard, building something that looked kind of like a doghouse. Which is weird, 'cuz we don't have a dog.
"Look Daddy, I can fly!" I cried.
"Oh yeah," he said, hammering away.
"Seriously!" I said, trying to get his attention.
"Right, right," was all he said, taking another nail out of his mouth.
"It's a miracle!" I shouted, doing a loop-de-loop.
"Ask your mother," was all Dad said, getting out his tape measure.
I gave up...
