I was out in the country with my family one weekend when I was about 8, and saw a gate with one of those cattle grids. I decided that if I used sheer willpower and took a run at it, I could get across without slipping. I made it more than halfway before my foot went between the grids, and finished up with stitches in my heel. The scar I still have now is one of my identifying marks.

There were also attempts to fly off the clothesline, which I thought I could do if I wanted to badly enough. No serious injuries, fortunately.

Since then, I have had many dreams about flying, some of them quite amazing! Maybe I was a bird in a previous life???

Jenny