I dream of flying.
when I was young,I like to wear the fether wings to fly happily at home that was bought by mum.
when I grow up a little,I love to fly in my dream which was fantasy and begin to fly.
when I grow up a little again,i have a seat in plane which fly to the realy sky,my feels contain not only fantasy but also happy.
at present,i find that the way of flies are so many.if we try our best,we can fly one day,and fly to the side of the sea.
yes,if we try hard,we will fly