If I could fly, where would I go? What would I see? Would the world look the same to me? Would I care as much as I do now, or would I just let things go? How would the world see me? Would they even care to know my name? Would they pass me by on a two-way street, or would they stop and ask me what’s my name? In essence, I will never know those answers, so with the amazing imagination, I will continue to dream about…if I could fly.