When I was a really young kid, if I had to guess I would say 4-5 years old, I had my grandma make me a cape. I wore that thing constantly, pretending I could fly, pretending to be superman or some other great hero.
One day I was swinging on a swingset at the bottom of my grandparents driveway, wearing my cape. I kicked and kicked until I got high enough I thought "Let's really try to fly!" As i learned a gravel and dirt road is not a great landing pad, especially with speed, and height.
As I was sitting there crying my grandpa said something, so small yet so big in my little brain. "you're okay you just crashed and burned." My tears of pain truned to tears of laughter. I learned something that day that's still with me The fear and pain that comes with falling (or crashing and burning) is nothing compared to the feeling of flying.