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Prompt: Much of the work that students do at Emerson College is a form of storytelling. If you were to write the story of your life until now, what would you title it and why? Please be brief (100-200 words).

The first memory appears around five or six. They’re swinging on the playground in their backyard, alone. The echoing voices of family and friends can be heard about the front of the house, but they close their eyes and it feels like flying – so they imagine that the far-away voices are below them on the distant ground, rather than around the side of the house. They swing higher and higher, the scent of clovers and wild mint overtaking their senses, and the wind pushes past their face, feeling cold and fresh and new.

This young, every feeling seems temporary. Emotions are another part of make-believe. But that feeling of flying is real. So they keep swinging. They keep soaring, keep climbing, rising higher. Seconds, minutes tick by, and legs have not stopped pumping, hands still gripping the chains. When you swing for that long, fly for that long – you forget what stepping onto solid earth feels like. And you don’t care.

That feeling will not leave you.

You will always remember what it is like to fly and not care whether you come back down.

• “Wishing Imagination Was as Permanent as the Sky: A Biography”