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Charlie’s Room: Wrong TurnIt was twilight, and Isaac was sitting on the front steps listening to Miss Marta’s rosebushes sing lullabies. The stars were just starting to shine, but it wasn’t dark or cold enough to go inside yet. A light breeze blew past and Isaac shivered a little. Marianne and Charlie were
When I was little, I used to sit on my swing and imagine I could fly – way over the trees, and look down at everything. Even though I am a Bird now, I still can’t fly.
Wouldn’t it be great to be able to fly? I used to dream sometimes that I remembered how to fly. In my dream, I would think “Of course. That’s how you fly. How could I forget?” And then I would fly. I can’t fly when I’m awake though.