I wanted to fly ever since I saw a bird and a plane and a flying chipmunk/squirrel. You can’t fly, people would say to me. I mean you just can’t do it. You can run, you can walk, you you can drive, or you could even bike but you just can’t fly. I tried to do what everyone else told me to do but i just couldn’t. The image of birds flying and being free in the wind kept coming back back in my mind. So I did what I wanted. That’s exactly why I’m writing this in a hospital bed.