Floating

When I was little, I would occasionally float into the sky. I'd just be playing in the yard and then out of nowhere I would start to rise slowly into the air. Past the roof of my house. I'd grab at tree branches trying to pull myself back down. Petrified of falling back down to earth I'd call out but nobody could hear my voice. I imagined it must have been angels lifting me up.

In time, I'd be on solid ground again playing just as

before. No one believed me. I know I didn't imagine it.

Floating up into the heavens. I don't remember getting

back to the ground, but it really happened.