The sky was my archetype.
Ever since I was a child, I had these vivid dreams of soaring. I was sharing airspace with albatrosses, terns, and airplanes. I pictured myself waving at the ascending rockets who were the only ones who dared to reach higher than me. These constant visions never left me.
My parents told me that I could pronounce words like Altitude, Atmosphere, and Nimbus while others were learning how to say things such as cat or dog.
All I wanted was to find a way where I can go beyond the clouds, but there were so many setbacks.
I worried about being a one trick eagle, so I had to occupy my time with other tasks.
…And then when I turned fifteen, it was decided that I would be trading that old line state for green mountain’s majesty.