"...fly"

As a child about this age I was convinced. 

Totally convinced that I could fly. 

All I need do was to perch on my windowsill. 

Then leap to the trees. From there I'd make a right angle turn, and fly to Queens to surprise my Aunt Agnes. 

This by landing on her back porch. 

This was real I could have done it. 

If I had tried I still believe I would have flown.