The Power Of Dreams
See the kid on the fence?
What is he looking at? Airplanes? The sky? The horizon?
Is he looking at all, or is he dreaming?
Well, I can tell you, because that little kid is me many moons ago.
I was looking at the “KLM from Frankfurt”, which had just landed.
But what I saw was a fascinating world, full of heroes and beautiful machines, promising glory and adventure.
I could have spent all day, all week, at the airport sitting on the fence, looking and dreaming.
what did I dream?
and why?
and when?
It must have started then...
Whenever I heard - or imagined - a deep, dreadful noise coming from above,
I ran into the house to hide under my bed, or behind a curtain.
why & when & what:
adventure and phantasy
I must have been about 8 years when I got this book.
I started reading and couldn't stop..
come along....
…on my journey as I succumb to the power of my dream, and attempt to realise it.
what's happened recently
Well, eventually my first adventure came to an end. I put the bird in its nest and pushed it back into the same dark it had emerged from for our “blind date”.
Then I spent two afternoons cleaning her up and putting all my camping gear away.
One last visit to runway 36 and it was time to take to the air again – this time in a big bird for the long flight back.
now
