Flying
It started when I was very young maybe 12 or 13 years old. The first time it happened was in a dream. I awoke in a cold sweat. It was a dream that excited me yet frightened me at the same time. I stood in a forest. There were tall pines all around with clear open spaces along the pathways. As I stood there I watched a large crow fly between the trees and up over the treetops. He was graceful and silent.