It occurred to me in my junior year of high school. I got my first letter from a big college. I still have that letter to this day - a letter from Indiana.
“When hope is not pinned wriggling onto a shiny image or expectation, it sometimes floats forth and opens.”
“If I ever complain about yachting around the Mediterranean with Madonna, who I just idolized as a child, I should be slapped across the face.”