Floating

Floating

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My name is Jasmine, and this is my wacky tale. I found out I had the ability to fly as a child, I must have been 7 or 8 and I just ran and jumped, pretending I could fly and I did. Hovering in the air, I'd never felt more alive and free. By that age I knew that it wasn't something normal people could do, so I kept it hidden, rarely using it, but spending time longing to fly away. As I grew up and life got more hectic, with my HSC coming to a close and exams sucking up all my energy and time, it's something I fell heavily reliant on to help me cope with the stress. Carrying the secret was hard, I just wanted to tell someone & not restrict myself, but I held it in & when I finally left home and got a place of my own, the first thing I did was float in my living room and smile. I've always been a curious old soul and an outside-of-the-box thinker, I believe that's why I can do what I do, and it's why I was given this gift. In this story you will discover how my ability affects my life, both past and present & how embracing it could change just about everything.
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