There was a time when my days were filled with wonder. As an only child, I spent many a summer afternoon lying on my back, the heat of the sidewalk warming my body. I’d stare up into the sky, watch the fog burn off, or witness the clouds change shape.

I wondered what it would be like to sit upon a cloud, suspended above the Earth; maybe it would feel like sitting on a mound of cotton candy. I knew little about science; that a cloud could not support me. My childhood mind, still fresh with wonder, did not need this information…I allowed myself to wonder.