I remember flyingI 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?
ika napuloslowly drawing the bowtarget in sight, aiming his shotthe arrow missed -- he sighs
Ika napulo'g isaher face looked upsethe walks closer and makes this faceshe makes a gentle smile
ika-siyamearly urban rusha hundred thousand peopleodd man sat alone