I wonder if my childhood desire to become an astronaut stemmed from my mother. The dreams she remembers when she wakes up very often include flying.
In dreamland, it’s very simple to fly. Apparently, you just have to flap your arms like this, or spin like this, or put yourself in an arabesque-like pose. My mom always wakes up feeling that, wow, she’s discovered the secret! Only to realize that it doesn’t work out here.