I live in Colorado Springs. My father carves stone and my mother owns a bakery. I was out in the mountains and the wind was blowing and it felt as if the wind was speaking to me. The mountain looked feathery on the solid minerals and drifted in the air as the wind spoke it's words softly. I sat on a rock and faced my fear of heights and looked over the edge of the mountain and realized that i wasn't afraid of heights, i was afraid of falling. I saw how beautiful everything was from a higher point and didn't want to leave. I then made the decision to start writing about my experience.