Sometimes, when I'm driving in the car with my mom down windy green backroads, and she's blasting the radio, I can't help but feel like I'm flying. Taking a dip in the road, while the chorus to an amazing song is at its highest, I feel like I can do anything, be anything. I feel alive, excited, my adrenaline spiked. With the windows all down blowing my hair around my face, I feel like a rockstar. I know who I am when those insane punk rock songs are blaring, and I can't help but think, This is who I am. This is who I was meant to be. And then the music slowly fades away, the last of my adrenaline gone, my superpowers nonexistent. I'm just me again, confused and searching once more.