Learn to Fly.

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Daddy took me to the shed today. I stood up on top and stretched my cardboard wings. "If you believe it then why can't you do it?" Daddy smiles. I jump from the landing and fall through the air. Childhood is a rain of watercolor speeding around me. I land in Daddy's arms. I'm okay. But when Daddy walks away, what of my cardboard wings? What of my makeshift dreams?