carmanl
Without any warning, Bobby went flying into the air. His arms were flailing and his feet were floating in directions that he didn't know were possible. Bobby was flying. He was living the dream of every child. Gone were the days of jumping off the couch only to land on the cushions below. Gone were the days of staring up at the roof and wondering "what if." This was "what if." He was doing it. He was flying. And he never felt more alive.