We walked into the classroom on the top floor while talking about games from our childhood. There was a storm brewing outside the window. I mentioned how I reminisced the days of custom games in Starcraft and the flexibility of its map editor.

I was walking by the waterfront when my father decided to wrestle me to the ground. Someone in the background said that I was bad at dealing with heights to which my dad agreed with. As he climbed onto the apartment building, I ran inside to find myself in a maze of multiple floors. I jumped from floor to floor, propelling myself from the curves and arches of doorways. I briefly stopped at the 27th before getting to the 30th story. I found myself at the end of a dressing room before I collapsed onto the floor and had a panic attack.