I sit down to write, but nothing comes to me. I am as empty as my refrigerator on a hungry day. I close my eyes and try to imagine a story that I can put onto paper. At first, I am picturing my day; waking up for school, my classes, the rock load of homework that keeps piling up, but as I begin to relax something emerges. I am no longer sitting down. I am sky diving in a world of opportunities. I visit England, Rome, and Olympia. I am on the pyramids in Egypt deciphering King Tut’s tomb. I can feel the wind, taste the salty air, and hear the archangels sing. I am watching Shakespeare perform “The Twelfth Night”, and riding on a giraffe’s back in the safari. I want more. I want to discover a star, name a fungus, watch Beethoven perform his Ninth Symphonies, and discover the pinkest sunset. Suddenly, I am jolted and come back to reality. I know exactly what I am going to write about