something I learned this summer was how to appreciate someone else's point of view. for the first time I started to acknowledge that the way I saw things wasn't the same as anyone else. that perspectives on the same things, at the same time, could be very different from person to person. even on this day, hanging out atop Panorama Ridge I could see how much more important this place was to Hayden. for me it was just another beautiful vista, one I had seen a few times but never really appreciated. for her this was years of good memories, a view that helped to define the place she's called home for about half a decade, on the way up she told stories about the first time and the most recent time, about a sister I hadn't met and a best friend that I had. as we sat up top watching the sun set slow, we looked in awe at the same view and undoubtably thought of very different things. it's an innocent enough example, but I remember thinking it then, it was a good thing to think, a reminder that even the most hopelessly immature and arrogant cases like me, might grow up someday.