I was in my backyard and I was flying. I would flap my arms up and down really fast and I would start to rise above the ground. As I would start getting pretty high, my dog would start barking and grab my foot with her mouth to bring me back down to the ground. Every time I'd start to rise up again, my dog would pull down. It was the most wonderful feeling to be in the air. It was pure ecstasy, but it was also very frustrating when my dog would keep bringing me down and not let me go up further.