When was the last time you believed that you could change the world?
I was ten years old. Fifth grade. I remember going out on the field for recess . It was an incredibly windy day that afternoon; the kind of wind where you could almost lean forward into the gusts and you didn’t fall down. Buster Keaton style. I got this crazy idea that I would attempt to stop the wind. I grabbed two sticks from the ground and climbed to the top of a large hill...