Here is a real story.
When I was about 3 or 4 years old I was playing with 2 of the neighbor kids of the same age in the front yard when we decided it would be fun to fly. We really didn't know how to do it but I jumped up and did a kind of swan dive and stayed in the air a couple of feet off the ground. I was floating with my stomach towards the ground. The 2 other kids joined in and we were having a great time floating above the ground learning how to push off on each other and to twirl and spin. We only had just begun to do these things, no more than a minute or two and a man came along the sidewalk dressed in a off white almost a dull yellow suit. He had short cropped gray hair, maybe blonde in color. I believe he wore a white tie. Anyway, he said to us something like, "you are not supposed to be able to do that yet", and we regained our feet and stopped doing it. At the same moment we felt a little ashamed and the 2 girls ran home to their houses, and I, a boy, ran into my house. I ran into the kitchen and told my mother about floating and the man telling us to stop and she said you must have been day dreaming. I didn't know what day dreaming was but I asked her if my 2 friends had been day dreaming also. She looked at me strangely and told me to keep it to myself and to go out and play. Not too long after that the girls came back and we once again tried to do it but of course we could not. Years latter I saw one of these kids and I asked her if she remembered anything about the experience and she had a vivid recollection of the event.
(writer unknown)
