Broom
I swept the floor every other day at the age of six. Often, I would hum to myself and wish that I could fly on it like witches in the stories could. When I tried, I would fall flat on the ground.
“Please don’t fool around while doing your chores,” Mum reprimanded, giving me a stern look.
“I was just trying to fly!” I protested, climbing off the broom.
Mum sighed. “You know as well as I that no one can actually fly on a broom!”
How wrong I proved her that it was possible to fly on a broom.
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