I remember flying

I remember having wings as a child. I had wings so large and so strong that they could lift me off the ground. I remember using them to fly.

I flew wherever and whenever I wished. I flew to the Caribbean to fight a pirate with a blade, to the jungles of the amazon as an explorer's aide, to castles in europe to serve a king, to mountains, to the savanna, to the tropics, to the Sahara and to distant lands unexplainable and adventures unbelievable. Once I even went back in time and tamed a dinosaur immediately before I sailed with Christopher Columbus to America. Okay, okay -- I probably went back in time and tamed a dinosaur a bit more than just once but could you blame me?

I remember no boundaries, no limitations to where my wings could take me. My wings took me anywhere I wanted. I was free.

You're probably thinking I'm kidding or maybe you're probably thinking worse -- that I'm a liar? I mean, it's ridiculous isn't it? Listening to a story about childhood wings sounds absurd isn't it? Especially for an adult.

If you are one of those few that do believe me, you're probably thinking that I was a strange child, that I was an odd one out? A child with wings is weird and most definitely a freak right? Would it surprise you to learn I wasn't? I remember most kids back then had wings like mine. Some had different shapes and colors, but wings all the same. I remember seeing their wings and knew -- somehow I just knew, that theirs was as strong as mine.

Each and every child born is born with full grown wings and they begin to use them the moment they take their very first breathe of life. I know this because I remember.

It's funny how I can remember how I got my wings but I never recall losing them. Really, I don't remember how I lost them at all. One moment I was free, then the next I was in chains. One day, I just stopped flying.

I know for sure that nobody took them from me though. Nobody can steal your wings. Somehow along the way, it's either I took them off myself or they slowly peeled away of neglect. It doesn't matter anymore though, I don't need wings.

I just can't shake this question out of my head though. I just don't understand. Human beings are born free yet they grow up looking for chains.