"...maybe"

 

You can Fly! At least I thought I could. Back when they delivered milk in bottles cars had fins and you could have a TV in any color. As long as it was black and white. Back in them glorious times when comic books were 10. cents, and you got 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 up at the park or in our backyards to watch the new Satellites slowly sail over us. The night sky was familiar. Before light pollution we knew the stars, and their arraignment as constellations. So were aware when something new appeared. Oh, those magical ships to the stars. We lived in an age of Miracles.

I felt truly felt I could perch on the windowsill and leap into starry night and fly. There's my own self above when I had this notion. I think kids 'do' fly and perform any number of miracles. However, they don't tell us. Perhaps the "Peter Pan" myth is an echo their adventures. Maybe there is a Never-Neverland or any of the thousand names children have for their Magic Places. Maybe that's what we're all trying to re-capture.