As I enter the kinesiology complex on my way to class each day, I am mystically transported back in time to 1988. I imagine Olympians from all over the world, briskly on their way to lace up their skates to race. I feel excitement in the chilly winter air and become a part of it, and sometimes find myself smiling at the thought, totally lost in the illusion and oblivious to reality.
Am I crazy?
Am I lying?
As silly as I know it must sound, it's true, and I love it.