She was a chatty one. The kind of teenager that would walk home from school with her best friend just to call her again after warming up some lunch. They would be on the phone for hours watching the same talk show and laughing about the silly guests. They would laugh tears. Life was simple back then. But more so, life was truly beautiful. Over the weekends she would go to the little airport nearby and fly gliders. They were a bunch of crazy teenagers, all learning how to fly, having the time of their lives together. Flying during daytime and later driving to one of the many lakes skinny dipping and drinking cheap booze until the sun would finally set at the end of these seemingly endless summer days. By the time she turned 17, she got the license and she could finally fly alone after having practiced for three summers. Going up and up all by herself. The trees and houses getting smaller and smaller, the world growing more and more silent. It was magical. Not just because she could actually fly but because she was blessed with the greatest gift of all: peace of mind. A gift taken away from her before the next summer arrived, never to return again.