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On the topic of planes, how do they stay in the air? When I was little, I used to believe they harvested clouds, but I don't think that's true anymore.

It could be. I'm not a plane expert. What's my place to call my child self wrong.

Quit being a hater, Axton.

I wonder what it's like to be a tree.

Trees live long enough to see the world change, they are homes to so many different kinds of creatures, they provide shelter, shade, sometimes food. I think it'd be really cool.

But at the same time, they can't move. They're stuck. They can't defend themselves from people cutting them down. They can't get away if things get too much. They're just there, stuck, forever until they die.

Some trees get cool outfits. Some come inside for holidays, some get little houses in their branches, some get swings, some get markings from the people they meet.

Some trees have special meanings to people. Some trees are landmarks. Some trees are transported miles and miles away.

The trees get to watch the stars every night, they get to stretch tall, sway in the breeze, change colors.

I kind of wish I were a tree, but at the same time, I'm happy enough just watching them.