"I didn't become a pilot. But I make great paper airplanes! And I've attached a wing to my brain, so I'm flying after all... I became a writer." Lowering her hand from her ear, which was beginning to go deaf, she smiled: "That's even better. You can write and fly!"
Yes, I confess, I was a boy, and I had read Erich von Daniken's 'Chariots of the Gods'. I stole a plate from the kitchen and tried to make a flying saucer out of it, but it broke so I flew out of there quick like a wren in fear of my mother's wrath. Perhaps that's why the first time I boarded a plane, instead of looking out the window at the view like everybody else, I looked straight up, hoping to see a flying saucer!
And, yes, I always remember how Einstein asked as a small boy, "I wonder how the world would look if I could travel with a ray?" While everybody else was dreaming about riding in an airplane, or becoming a bird and flying, he was fantasizing about traveling on a ray. No wonder he was so different from the rest of us...