As a child
3 years ago
My family was stationed in Central America when I was a child. During that time, we rented a hut for weekend excursions to the jungles and lagoons off of the Panama Canal. During one such trip, I had fallen asleep in a hammock beside the hut and found my self soaring through the tree line as if I were a bird. I could smell the onset of rain, that faint metallic and ozone scent filtering through a lush green jungle. As I flew through the trees, the colors were more vivid, sounds deaper and surreal. Eventually, I flew over the two trees where the hammock was strung and saw my sister sneaking up on me to scare me awake.
It was then that I woke up just before she reached out to shake me.
