Okay, I’m flying. I’m three years old and I can fly. Who knew?
But I’m always full of surprises and today’s is that I’m flying. Not in an airplane, but like Superman, with my arms stretched out in front of me and the wind in my face. There’s a lot of turbulence, but I’m not flying through the sky. I’m setting what must be the indoor air-speed record, flying down a long stairwell without touching the stairs. The turns are very tight, really scary, and as I approach each one, I sense that I’m flying too fast, and that I’m going to crash into the wall. I don’t...