I ran. The bullies were back, and they were chasing me down the alleyway. A dead end lay before me, a massive wall, but I ran anyway, right towards it. As I ran, I picked up speed, impossible speed, and the buildings flew by in a blur. I could feel the wind rushing through my hair.
As I got closer, I leapt, and in a single bound I was at the top of the wall, thirty feet high. One more leap, and I flew through the air again, thirty feet, twenty, landing on the concrete without losing a stride, still running, running. I felt powerful, invincible. My speed increased even more, and I felt like I could fly.
I looked down and before my eyes the concrete changed to grass—tall, swaying, green grass. I ran through a prairie, the sun shining, and I recognized it as the home of my early childhood.
