Flying seems like one of the most exciting powers out there. But when would you realize you could do it? I’ve never fallen off of anything particularly high, for example.
Tripping over something.
Some form of long jump/high jump contest.
Deliberately jumping down from a height.
Diving board.
While sleeping. I’ve often dreamed that I was flying, but I’ve never wakened from a flying dream up against the ceiling. Therefore, I suspect I cannot fly.
What kind of power activation principle are we talking about here? Does it require some significant emotional experience related to flying? Probably never, then. No near-death experiences about falling.
But there have been countless times since I’ve been a kid where I’ve tried to will myself into levitating. Plus telekinesis and weather control. Hasn’t worked yet, though.
Does anyone know how to miss the ground?
You just need to go fast enough.
I realized I could fly at a young age, after getting dusty from brushing up against the light bulbs in ceiling fixtures.
Have you ever had that experience where you’re walking, and your foot comes down right where you expect a flat surface that’d support your weight — only you’re wrong, and there’s just air that your foot (a) stops on, for a brief moment, but (b) then, after hesitating, would stutter-step down through until you finally land on something and stumble awkwardly?
That Dent fellow didn’t have to go to such extremes.
I got my license in the mid-'80s.
It’s a bummer. Every time I realize that I’m flying, I fall to the ground.
Then that stupid roadrunner beeps at me and runs away.
We had a rope swing in our back yard. When I was about 13, I was swinging as high as I could on the swing. I actually felt the snapping of the rope (which was frayed from rubbing on the branch). If I was going to learn I could fly, that would have been the moment (instead of spending several minutes relearning how to breathe once I hit the ground).
Jumping out of tree houses, off roofs, diving boards, cliff diving, off boats; lots of opportunities for the powers of flight to kick in.
First thing I thought of. I would have caught on early, as I had a ton of experience hitting the ground while a kid. Arch nemesis, thy name is Gravity.
I dreamed I could fly several times when I was a kid. It was like swimming in air. It never worked while I was awake. Pretty sure it still won’t.
Hasn’t everybody at the age of 5 or so, put on a makeshift cape and run as fast as they can to try to achieve flight? The time to learn if you can fly is before grownups have convinced you that you can’t.
I got a Superman suit as a Christmas gift when I was a kid. On the suit was a tag printed with the message “This suit will not make you fly. Only Superman can fly.” I always wondered if the company added that tag after some specific incident, or if it was just preventative CYA.
Gravity, it’s not just a good idea, it’s the law.
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My question is what did we do before Newton got his gravity law passed? Could people fly back then???
In my case, it was in junior high. We had a “module” in gym class where we got timed running at different distances. It was cleverly done to reduce competitiveness: you raced all by yourself and got timed by another student, while others were running on the other end of the field. But my longer distances showed me running faster than the short sprints.
It wasn’t until much later that I realized that my problem was a lack of traction “off the blocks”. Later experimentation by my best friend/sidekick Quentin showed that I was actually two microns off the ground when I was motivated to sprint. Just enough to reduce friction with the ground.
Currently, I’m experimenting on controlling the effect while trying to avoid government investigators and agents from the nefarious lab referred to only as The Lab. The cutest girl in the school is suspicious ever since I saved her life, but with help from my kindly scientist uncle, I think I’m safe… for now.