Around 1960, I remember my dad picking me up from the sofa where I had fallen asleep. I awoke as I was being carried to bed. I would not have dared move. It was so wonderful. It is the only memory I have of my dad whom died when I was 17 that made me feel as if I was floating in air. What a memory. I’ve had so many dreams since that day of literally floating in the air. It’s funny how such a simple childhood memory can carry us through our lives…