I did not go to kindergarten. I don't know why my parents made this decision. Naturally, due to this gap between my peers, I was an outcast. The world and I had a mutual hatred so we almost never met so i could sit for hours at the window, admiring the lilac branches but could not touch the window sill which was only a couple of centimetres away. I inhaled the scent of nature and looked at the sky. I could hear the cries of my mother who was in the living room so i was careful not to fall. In one of those pleasant summer days an idea came to my mind. It was easy and pleasant but sucked me a good two years until I was careless enough to talk about it. I thought about what would happen if I fall off the window? A vivid picture was born in my mind like a movie in motion. That's right..! There..I stepped barefoot on the cracked sill. Here.. I became confident about my steps that moved forward and the unrealistic feeling that i can fly.
*I Fell*
I laid on the warm earth and around me everything was living but I froze forever looking at the beautiful and gentle blue sky closable with sprigs of lilac and inhaling its sweet smell.
*I came out of the movie...!*
But still agreeing on taking the step which was just a couple of centimetres away.
