Julai’s prompt over at http://www.juliasplace.org.uk this week is “Share your memories of a childhood story / song”
People who know me might say that this true story explains a lot …
Flying. Must be easy. After all, birds do it and they’re not exactly bright. I stood on the top stair and looked down. It was a long way to the hall floor.
Here goes …
The hall floor was cold and hard under me, the shiny black and white hall tiles cold on my bare skin.
My Mum glanced from me to the top of the stairs and back. “What were you trying to do?”
“Fly down the stairs.”
“Don’t you want to live to be six?”
That’s when I realised that flying wasn’t easy. And that nothing flummoxed my Mum.