Powers of Thought, Where Could You Go?

         They say the sky is blue because of the water on Earth. What, then, are the clouds? They say that a child such as myself shouldn't ponder these kinds of things, that I should play with the other children and be fanciful and full of a lady-in-waiting admiration. What none of them will say, is that I don't do those types of things, because I'm not like other children my age. I'm not like anyone else. I'm different.
         I don't really know when it began... it must have been quite a while now, for I felt very comfortable with it in my life. My parents, however, don't find it quite as pleasing. It scares them. They are scared of me. I do, however, remember the first time it happened. One day, in the middle of the streaming summer sun, while I lay on my backside stretched out in the cool, sweet-smelling, earthy grass in my back yard, I closed my eyes and pondered just a bit too long and hard. I thought about if the earth could feel me laying on it, and then why I was laying on it at all. Why didn't I just float away, high into the sky, never to be found again. I thought about all the magical adventures I could have, flying about the galaxy. I imagined myself rising up off of the prickly grass and smelling the wind in my face and feeling my stomach rise with the happening of weightlessness. My mind soared -until I heard my mother's voice, a rattling, piercing scream of pure, unadulterated fear. It scraped my eardrums and startled me out of my thoughts, forcing my eyes to open just in time to catch myself falling from one story of nothing, back onto the grass of my backyard. I saw my mother, standing on the back porch with her polished nails lacing her petrified face. I had landed hard, on my wrist, and broken it that day. But, it was then that I began to know for sure how different I really was.
         I began to realize what I could really do.