I always knew that I was adept at flight--simply because once-upon-a-time, I was a regular nocturnal flier--that was until my night dreams suddenly came to an end when I was about nine-years-old; hence, it seemed to me that my only remaining aerial option was actual physical flight--Thus, day after day, I continued to climb and jump and flap and wave, and, in the end--more often than not--fall. I always fell to the earth.