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When I was around 10 years old, the thing I wanted most in the world was to fly. I was obsessed with it. I dreamed about it. I thought about it constantly. I wished upon stars that I would wake up with the ability to fly. I even tried it by jumping off the back of my dad’s truck and thinking happy thoughts. When I attempted to jump from my bedroom window, I knew I needed to stop, or I would get hurt. My desire to soar over the land, view my surroundings from a bird’s eyes, came from the reality that I was growing up. I wanted to fly to a place where I would never have to be an adult. The moment I realized I could get injured if I kept trying to fly was also the realization that there was no stopping adulthood.