I think there must be a universal human desire to fly. I don't actually remember flying as a child but I have dreamt of flying from an early age and always had a sense that it was possible. I recall the story of Icarus from school and it somehow confirmed that conviction.
I now tend to dream of either hovering/floating above the ground or jumping from a height and slowly floating down to earth. I have never flapped my arms as far as I remember.
I am sure I once read that it might stem from being thrown up in the air as babies. I know my Dad did that to my brothers and sisters and so probably did it to me too.
One of my real life dreams is to do a parachute jump which I guess is as close to flying as I am ever likely to get in reality.
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