If I made wings out of cardboard, tied them to my arms, and flapped really hard, I could fly like a bird.
I play the piano, and though I took lessons when I was eight, I took about a six or seven year break (in which I played the violin three years for middle school) before I picked it back up, and I’ve been playing for about two years now. I’m not great or anything, but I’m definitely improving! I’ve also got a mandolin that I’m working on while I’m quarantine, and I started playing the guitar two days ago.
Chocolate, for now.
Roadtrips. The long kind.