My uncle built me something. He told me so, but he won't show it to me until I got my afternoon nap. So I slept. I woke up and still he won't show me. He told me to eat my snack neatly and when I finished, that's when he asked me to come with him to my back yard to see something special. I stopped in my tracks when I saw a pile of metal and wood, stomped my feet and demanded for the real surprise. He took one of the stupid-looking things and mounted it on the other; it was a mountain... with a chair.

What is that? I asked, pissed off.

Wait and see, honey, he said as he hammered and made sure that the upper part of his contraption was secured. I watched and it slowly sank in. The 'stupid-looking thing' was a swing. The next thing I knew, I was being hoisted up in the air and strapped onto the chair. My uncle pushed the chair and I squealed as I stretched out my arms like an eagle.

That was the first time I flew. A little girl in a little white dress covered with cherries, apples and sitting bears, defying gravity. It was happiness cut out of simplicity.