Up past your head, down your back, around your ankles

[sovay]

Today we rode: Hulk (twice), Doctor Doom's Fearfall, Spider-Man, Ripsaw Falls, Jurassic Park, took time out for lunch at Mythos (which is visually on the order of Tiberius' villa at Capri, but the food was genuinely amazing: mahi-mahi with cilantro cream and plantains, yes, please), and then Harry Potter, the Dragon Challenge, The Cat in the Hat (because it is just delightfully done), and then we went back for Hulk and the Fearfall again as the sun was setting, the sky smoky peach and the line of the horizon flipped over black as the coaster roared upside down. It was absolutely beautiful. I thought when I was eleven that I'd be in space by the time I was the age I am now; at least, I thought it might not be unusual. That doesn't look like the future I've found myself in. As long as I'm stuck on this planet, I'm going to get all the feelings of flight I can.

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[sovay]

Perhaps in the world where I reached my star dreams, I also helped you reach yours.

I like your parallel present.

Swimming is like flight sometimes, and ice skating. Bicycling down long hills, playing on swingsets, or trampolines. Roller coasters.

Yes. I also miss swimming: I learned over summers with my grandparents in Maine. We were talking this evening about the fact that we should really both have bathing suits.

Someday, if I decide not to have children, I will spend the money instead on having an aeroplane of my own.

Maybe you'll get to have both! You could teach them to fly.