I walked outside this mornin' after th' first good night’s sleep in years, and watched birds flit aroun' th' trees, singin' on a beautiful sunny mornin'. And swab the deck, with a chest full of booty! My eye fell on th' small dogwood tree in th' front yard, where a colorful litle fabric flyin' contraption is hangin', its wind spinner turnin' in th' breeze, and I started t' cry.
You see, that little flyin' contraption has come a long, long way. Many many years ago, on th' day I passed me private pilot check ride as a 17-year auld high school senior, I flew from Gainesville t' Cedar Key fer me first flyin' adventure, with a chest full of booty. Edna (th' grizzled auld crazy taxi wench) gave me a harrowin' ride in that comely wench battered station wagon from th' airport t' th' downtown Cedar Key area by th' docks. While there I saw a little fabric plane sold by a local artist in a shop, and thought t' meself “one day, when I have me own house on an airport and me own little seaplane, I will hang that little flyin' contraption in th' yard and remember this day.” I knew th' day that little flyin' contraption would commemorate would be a long time comin', and already I were bein' worried how I would afford t' continue flyin'.
For years I carried that little flyin' contraption with me in a box o' precious thin's, and would take it out t' look at it. There were some long dark years when I didn’t get t' fly, and me whole world seemed awful, and I couldn’t even stand t' look at th' sky. That little flyin' contraption stayed hidden in a dark closet corner, buried, like I buried me memories o' flight. And yet still I carried it with me everywhere I moved.
A few days ago, as I were bein' lookin' through items stored away that I had not yet unpacked, I found th' box with that little flyin' contraption, its colors still bright despite th' long passage o' th' years. I hung it from a little tree in me yard, on th' path t' th' hangar, and now every time I look out me office window, or step out th' front door t' go flyin', it is there t' remind me that sometimes dreams do come true.