Flying

Imagine you are on an airplane. Seat belt on.
Now imagine that you are a person who is not scared of anything. That you trust that every situation that you are put in is a safe one.
Next, imagine that you have no cares in the world. That where you go and what you do is of no consequence to you.
Have you got it?
Ok.
Forget, for the sake of imagination, about air pressure and velocity and all that mumbo jumbo. Just imagine that the plane falls away from you. No other seats, no walls, no tray tables, no flight attendants, not even a bathroom. Just you and a mysterious, unseen pilot. You look over the edge of your seat. You put your hands out in front of you. You are flying.
But you are safe. Strapped into your seat, completely trusting, completely carefree.
Exhilarating, isn't it?
That's how I feel my daughter feels when we are going down the street with her stroller. She doesn't have any kind barrier in front of her like in her big stroller, she's just buckled in.
She does the same thing I described above. She sticks her hands out in front of her and looks at the ground zipping by beneath her. She waves her arms up and down and squeals. No fear, no questions.
It looks like so much fun, I wish I could do it myself.