It’s a state of mind. It’s a series of milestones. It’s mostly about endings, about starting and finishing. On my seventh birthday, I told my mom I didn’t want any more. Somehow I knew life couldn’t get any better – that aging meant less of everything my life was then made of: sunlight and fresh air, running without fear of falling, and living without concern of consequences. I want to get that feeling back – to return to the constant now. To find a way free of responsibility. To shed the weight of years of worry. To lose my fear of falling.