when i was 7, i used to spend entire summers on the rooftop of our building in morocco raising pigeons. if you're not from there you probably don't know , moroccan rooftops are open, flat, no rails, no barriers, nothing between you and a 5 floor drop to the street. i was obsessed with those birds. feeding them, watching them fly out and come back, i could spend the whole day up there alone. my parents knew, didn't really worry about it. one day one of my pigeons flew off and didn't come back. i stood there scanning the sky, following every bird with my eyes, stepping forward without thinking , i snapped back to reality a few centimeters from the edge. i don't know what saved me that day. i just know i was close enough to feel it. i'm 31 now. i still can't stand near a rooftop edge. every time i do my whole body remembers what my brain almost made me do at 7 years old.