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Sinai Campaign

Israel would just keep being attacked
SubTeacher6

Substitute Teacher

I thought class would never end.

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Part 29

Taking Flight

Mom and Dad did not approve of comic books.  I should be reading books. Comic books were low-class entertainment.
I CAN FLY-1Fortunately, my cousin Alan had a vast collection. Most of them were horror comics that gave me nightmares, but he also had my favorites. And there was one magnificent treasure, Superman in 3-D.
I CAN FLY-2After much begging and promises to be extra careful, he let me read it.
I CAN FLY-3I CAN FLY-4How could any book with only words possibly be better than this?

A few days later, I was just leaving school when I met the Indian.
I CAN FLY-5He had been waiting for me. He showed me an ancient Indian secret, lost to the ages, which he alone knew.
I CAN FLY-6He taught me how to fly! It was amazingly simple, if you knew exactly the right things to do, in precisely the correct order.
I CAN FLY-7At first all I could do was hover a few feet off the ground, but with a little practice, I mastered it. I could FLY!
I CAN FLY-8Nothing I’d ever experienced compared with the thrill of being unbound from the earth. Every part of my being celebrated the joy of soaring high into the sky.
I CAN FLY-9The old Indian had bequeathed to me alone the secret of flight, and I was its sole keeper. This, I now knew, was my destiny.

I woke early the next morning, dressed quietly before anyone else was awake, and ran into the back yard to practice.
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Somehow, what had been so simple the day before now seemed impossible. I couldn’t get the hand position quite right, the timing of my leap into the air was all wrong.

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The more I tried, the more elusive the memory of what the Indian had taught me became. And a terrible thought began to worm its way intI CAN FLY-16o my head.
Had this been just a dream? It couldn’t have been, could it? Nobody could dream anything that vivid. No, this had been REAL!

I just needed a refresher course, that’s all. One more lesson and then I’d always remember how to do it.

That afternoon I stayed at school until long after everyone else had left.
I CAN FLY-17The Indian never came.

Sinai10

Sinai Campaign

Israel would just keep being attacked
SubTeacher6

Substitute Teacher

I thought class would never end.

I'm done telling this story, but the site will live on. Check out my (mostly satirical) commentary about the election and other matters at EdSteinInk.com! -- Ed

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