I remember flying out of my body. I truly believed I could do it. I could fly out of my body and watch it - but I can't remember what was happening to my body while I flew away. All I remember is that I loved being able to fly. I loved being able to go right up, above the trees and into the clouds. I can remember the sense of freedom.

I only just remembered this. It came out of nowhere and, like other memories, it is so clear. It's so clear I can't understand how I forgot this for so long. I don't understand how I forgot that wonderful feeling of flying, of being free, of being away from it all. At some point in my childhood I stopped being able to do it and I can remember that I felt sad.