As a child, I loved making pinwheels by hand. With just a piece of paper, a wire, and a wheat straw, I could craft one myself. I would hold my pinwheel high and run proudly through the open fields. As the wind turned the pinwheel, it let out a rhythmic hu-hu-hu sound, and the spinning motion seemed to create a breeze of its own. I ran endlessly, feeling as if I were flying. The pinwheel spun faster and faster, carrying me into an unknown realm. Chasing this powerful wind, I soared higher and farther until, at last, I became one with it—free, gliding above the vast Pacific Ocean.