My childhood therapist was an oversized backyard swingset. It was cathartic. It was cleansing. It was escape. Falling and flying, the world was finally both exhilarating and peaceful enough for my soul to begin shedding its troubles. It was as if my fear and depression couldn’t keep up with my flight. With each bid for the sky they lost their hold and fell away. Whisked away into the cloud world of imagination, the lines blurred between possible and impossible, making reality fantasy — a much easier medium for fighting dragons. 

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That feeling of both motion and placelessness was my inspiration for this short film script.