Journeys taken in times long past: I remember traveling all over the provinces and continents.
My tiny hands were always held.
On the left side Ö by my mom.
On the right Ö by my dad.
And sometimes when we walked, I would look up into the sky - first in one direction, then in another.
They were so tall, and fair, and beautiful.
The three of us made quite a sight all over the world.
So I had learned how to take leave by the age of six.
I have yet to learn to fly.