I look up at my future, my destiny. A flight of seemingly endless stairs. I sigh. Taking a deep breath, I force my tingling right leg up to the first step. Then my left. Then my right. It seems like I have been dragging myself along for years when I finally stop to catch my breath. I look down at my legs. Huh. They seem to be quite a few inches longer then when I first started climbing. I convince myself that I am just hallucinating because of my lack of water. I keep trudging along. I will not bore you to death with the monotony of my endless journey. Right. Left. Right again. When I stop to get a drink of water, I notice that my hair is starting to turn grey. I panic, screaming into the wilderness. When I calm down, I start to THINK like a grownup, politics, and taxes, and "oh, my baby daughter. She's only 28! Is she okay?!" (I don't mean to offend any grownups who are reading this. Only MOST adults act like this!) Which is freaky, because I don't have a daughter!