As far as I can recall, the first thing I bought with my very first pay packet, was a Lime green swing coat. It had a Peter Pan collar, and two side pockets and just one button at the neck. I actually laid-by the coat, and collected it with my second pay, the following week.
I was14 years of age and working in an office, feeling very independent and worldly; fresh out of High School. It was the 50’s, and there were jobs a-plenty – one could actually shop around in those days, for the best deal.
Anyway. I loved that coat. I used to fly in it! Feel very happy, run down the footpath as fast as I could, into a brisk headwind – and then I’d lift off and fly above the ground – a good ten feet above the pavement. Arms spread wide, hands in my pockets making the coat spread like a huge single wing. I was always a little worried that someone would see me and think me mad, but so taken with the pure exuberance of the flight, I just kept doing it as often as I could.
Fifty-odd years later, a therapist told me that most people have exactly the same experience – in their dreams!! I really thought I could fly. Really, truly thought I could fly and nobody else held the secret. I didn’t come crashing down to earth, but I was a little disappointed, I have to say.
Life’s like that for most of us, isn’t it? Wonderful, uplifting experiences and then a gentle thud back to reality and normalcy. I think it’s a bit sad, really.
I don’t fly any more.