I spent many moments looking out this window as a child. Once, I climbed out and sat on the steep roof. I wanted to have adventures. I wanted to fly. Then my father saw me. He called me to his room. He only held the belt in his hand, though, tapping it on his knee, as he lectured me. I can’t remember what he said, but it must have been good, because I never went out again. I just did other stuff. I got my adventure bug from him, so he can’t really blame me.