It was all in my head, this idea of wanting to be free. I had this image of me standing in a pretty dress while my friends ran to play and dance at a picnic. But I stood there and didn't move for fear that I would mess up my hair or dress. I was still as could be and even though I longed to run with my friends, it was fear that held me back. And in my late teens, I decided that I didn't want to stand and watch anymore. I wanted to be rid of the fear that left me standing still while my feet longed to move. So I took one step and prayed that I would be free to run with the excitement of a child. I have to choose to take one step in the morning. And some days it feels like I am barely moving, but some days it feels like I am flying.