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Of course I live in a house, what did you think? I spend a lot of my time in the trees but I don\u2019t build a nest nor lay eggs! My wings make me just that little bit different than everyone else. Just that little bit.<\/p>\n Once, when I was just getting used to the sprouts that grew into wings, just as I grew breasts and pubic hair and three inches in height, I remember looking at them in a mirror, seeing how beautiful they were. The first time I attempted to fly my mother came with me. She cried. My father wouldn\u2019t come with us, wouldn\u2019t speak of it at all. After a while, he left home and I never saw him again.<\/p>\n You cannot believe how wonderful the earth looks from a distance, while soaring above it all and no, it\u2019s nothing like taking a plane. Maybe an ultralight but without the buzz of an engine. Maybe you can imagine the freedom in a freefall, but that only lasts a few moments. Freedom to go where you want is better than freedom to only fall downward to land.<\/p>\n This morning I\u2019m going up to the hills where the sun rises each day. I\u2019ve been told that nothing is there, that what life is about is right here, in our town, with the people. But I don\u2019t think that\u2019s true.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" FREEDOM Word Count: 280 I\u2019m not the only one in my family who could fly but the only one who embraced it. My mother\u2019s aunt, my Great Aunt Darla, grew wings too it\u2019s been whispered, but back then, it was … Continue reading ![\"\"](\"https:\/\/susangibb.net\/blog3\/wp-content\/uploads\/2011\/05\/002.jpg\" "\\"002\\"")
<\/a>I\u2019m not the only one in my family who could fly but the only one who embraced it. My mother\u2019s aunt, my Great Aunt Darla, grew wings too it\u2019s been whispered, but back then, it was an anomaly, an embarrassment, a flaw, and I think she had them removed.<\/p>\n