"You can Fly!"

At least I thought I could. Back when they delivered your milk in bottles cars had fins TV was small b&w, and Good King John was on the Throne. Back in the glorious times when comic books was 10.cents, and they 'gave' you a 'free Coke' with your Hot Dog at the movies...

Back in them forever lost years of the former American Empire,...I thought I could Fly.
Made perfect sense. Every night we sat out either at the park or in the backyard to watch the Satellites slowly sail over us. The night sky was familiar to us.  

We knew the stars, and their arraignment as constellations. So we knew it when something new appeared...oh those magical ships of stars. We lived in an age of Miracles.

I felt truly believed that I could perch on the window sill of my boyhood bedroom. Then leap into the air into the starry night, and fly to my Aunt Sybil's house to surprise her.

I think kids 'do' fly, and perform any number of miraculous acts as a matter of norm. However they don't tell us.

Perhaps the "Peter Pan" myth is an echo their adventures. Maybe there is a Far side of the Moon Never-land or any of the thousand names the culture of children have for the "Magic Place".

Maybe without knowing that's what we're all trying to re-capture. 
To all the elder children out there...Bless you, and keep looking.