When I was a kid, I believed that there are people living in clouds. I imagined they are very happy, and that clouds taste like cotton candy.
As many of children, I tried to find some ways to fly, thinking I need some kind of wings or a balloon, and I’ll get there. At that time traveling by plane wasn’t so popular and cheap as now.
So even now, when I’m adult I always look carefully when I’m in the air.