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“It went that way!” I hear them yell as i run down the cold metal hallway. The air suddenly becomes thick and humid as I escape through what seems to be an emergency exit door. I keep running, fearing the inevitable fate that will come to me. I look back at the government run nightmare and pray that my family base gets my distress call.

Seeing as there was nowhere else to go, you shuffled over to the opening and frowned. It was dark and you could just barely make out a doorway to what was most likely another room. What really threw you off guard was how nicely the doorway was carved. An intricate pattern wove itself around the exit. Did that mean… someone else was here? At the thought of possibly being able to get out of here with the help of another person made you scurry over to the patterned doorway with little hesitation. The sleeves of your two-sizes-too-big sweater fell down to wrap loosely around your forearms when you reach over and grabbed the wall to peak around into the next area.

Looking back out of the small window, I catch a final glimpse of corn fields and lonely railroad crossings before they dip below the horizon. For my first time on a plane, the excitement of adventure meets me as I depart from the comfort of home and enter a world unknown outside of Nebraska. Seeing the world in God’s view as the landscape evolves below, I fall in love with flying. Looking down from 30,000 feet and seeing earth on such a vast scale, I realize how much there is to discover.

In the back of my mom’s moving car, I wake up in a daze. The Gameboy that was previously in my hands had fallen to the floor, and the sun’s rays that had previously glared through the window were replaced with the shine of the moon and stars. As my small hands press up against the glass, my eyes twinkle and my toothy, black holed grin widens at the celestial body blaring in the night sky. Astonished, I watch the moon seemingly follow our car, almost as if my existence awed the moon and not the reverse. As the full moon swallows the sky, the unknown distance between us becomes minuscule. If only my three foot frame was a bit bigger, if only my arms could stretch as far as my imagination, I could touch the moon. It was in this moment that I

it is so quiet compared to what i was prior encompassed by. as my eyes adjust and my surroundings come into focus i see strange scribble upon unknown items. where am i and what have i just walked myself into?

As I get up to leave my head begins to spin. The world seems to go black. I fall to the floor.

“Whoa, whoa! Where is this taking us, where, where?” I said as my heart was beating as fast as a runner who finished the Boston Marathon. I was hiking with my family a second ago, and now I am through a wavy transparent wall that made me feel like I was heading through Platform 9 ¾ in Harry Potter. I suddenly was flying through a golden sky that glistened like the sun hitting the ocean. Gracefully I did flips and cartwheels in the air while gold ribbon followed me like ducklings following their mother. Milliseconds later I landed in a grassy field. Cows were harvesting crops and cooking dinner. Straw hats aligned their faces, with brown corduroy overalls splattered in dirt. They smelled like a fertilizer company on a hot summer afternoon.

I keep running from one to another. The rooms are big with white walls and ceilings. Here and there bright colors decorate the walls. Small groups of people converse over their opinions. Children reach out to touch and their mothers pull them in, smacking their hands and telling them no. I stop and spin around, trying to absorb everything around me. Then I stop and stare.

Here I was, going to Chabot Space & Science Center judging the place would be basically empty on the raining day, but once I rushed inside I heard childrens laughing, I saw all the people crowding around, and oddly, the smell of the delicious fragrant of food. At that point my perspective on the observation just got brighter. Since this was the first time I had been at Chabot or any science centers, I was astonished by the sheer number of people, especially kids walking around at Chabot. When I went up and got my ticket, I was also pleasantly surprised how the person at the front desk was friendly, suggesting me places to go and what he recommends with a silvery voice. With the map that I acquired from the welcoming employee, I quickly scanned through the humongous area with a total of 3 floors and pinned where I would go, so I prepared my pen and paper to walk into the “Destination, Universe”.

Iris and I look at each other nervously as we approach the blue sky - you can see the bumps and instability of it the closer you get. She pulls me in tightly as we hit the atmosphere, busting through layers upon layers of it. Practically the whole plane is screaming and crying, but this man has it under control. Just as we seem to be slowing down, we emerge from the future, much to the surprise of the people still in the past. We fly up into the 'real' sky, before the pilot tips us down into an empty field. Well, empty now, after the people

Before I realize it, I am flying through the cotton clouds that give a sense of dimension in the vastness of the sky. It is a sight that I have seen too many times, but can never get used to. Soaring 45,000 feet above ant-sized figures, I watch as my hometown vanishes. A short announcement by a friendly voice cuts the silence. Fourteen hours pass more quickly than I expected,

, I it was really beautiful watching everything for the 5 seconds that I was in space. I landed with a crash, then a tumble. It was strange that I could breath breathe perfectly fine there. I looked around for anything interesting or a way to get out, but I saw nothing. I continued to go straight and I saw a monumental sized boy fishing for whatever it is that you fish for on the moon. I started screaming to get his attention and I did I really expected him to be more friendly. because he grabbed me by the shirt, and hung me on his fishing hook, and down I went into some winter wonderland…..W well not exactly, just some giant swamp. I landed in this mysterious swamp, looking for anything but swamp. I found a gargantuar sized cottage so I decided to go inside and ask for help. I pushed and pushed until the door opened, . then, I heard a THUMP, a STOMP, and a BANG coming towards the door. “Who’s in my swamp!” A booming slow voice said. I ran to find a place to hide, but the only thing I saw was a glass dome with rubber around the inside if of it. The dome had a green man and a green woman inside sitting around a fireplace. then, I wondered if Ii was in shrek, . there was a green man, someone yelling “Get outta my swamp!” it made too much sense to not be true. The green giant, or shrek, picked me up and put me in the glass

As I step into the world outside my room, I see a bigger picture with

I believe there is a soul, which also is the mind, and a physical body. The argument that supports my belief the best will generate from the concept of a persons thoughts. I reject the belief that everything that is real must be in physical form.

I am shock by what I am seeing now. I find myself flying in the middle of the boundless sky like an eagle. The beauty of the earth is all under my eyes now. I can see the greenish forests, the giant mountains, the empty lands, and the busy cities that are far away. But the most beautiful thing is the blue sky itself where I am in. Suddenly the next moment, I was standing on the roof of a 100-stories tall skyscraper while enjoying my expensive wine and the landscape of the city. When I look down, although I am scared of heights, I see the miniature of pedestrians and cars that are moving around. Travelling in an imagination world is probably the most joyful thing to do in the life. I don’t where I will be next yet, but it will come to my mind when it is the right time.