On my way to my grandparents, we past through platues, tall, steep, red, Oklahoma platues, and I realized what I want to do with my life besides writing. I want to go on adventures. I want to hike the tallest and the steepest of those plateus. I want to go sky diving and bungee jumping. I want to travel the world and do dangerous things. I want to fly. I want to swim. I want to live as a free spirit. I want to be the punk rocker adrenaline junky that I know I am.