I would say the highest altitude that I’ve been at, would be in a plane. I think generally, they fly about six miles up. But that’s, you know, a pressurized cabin. So that’s definitely the highest I’ve been up. As far as on land, I would say when I lived in Oregon and I went, I went to Mount Hood to the Timberline Lodge, which is I believe at six thousand feet, it was really interesting because I would say probably April and so the snowpack was still serious. And like just walls of snow around—around where the road is. A few friends and I just went up there to look and not be in the city for a day. It was really cool. Very interesting. Did not dress appropriately. Did not—I don’t think any of us realized that we were going to go up to the Timberline and being a bunch of snow. We were just wearing hoodies and tennis shoes and normal street attire.

She was just calling to make sure everything is okay, see if we still had power, you know all that stuff. And I was like, “oh yeah, everything’s fine”. She’s like “did you close the windows?” and I am like “yeah, everything’s good”. And then I turn my head and look out the window that’s right above the phone, towards the back yard in the neighbor’s yard. And all of a sudden I see this like it was weird. It was definitely — you know, we had a two-story house, well, honestly, it’s more like a three-story house. It’s really, it’s a tall and big, old house. And so there was this tornado that was like the size of the house, like it wasn’t, you know, massive. It was obviously big and I see it two doors down past the neighbors fences, and it’s just tearing through the yards and literally just like ripping the fences up coming straight at us. So I’m like, just scream “Oh my God, there’s a tornado!” And then just hang up the phone. My mom’s like, “what? What?” I just hang up the phone. So we’re trying to quick get the cats and dogs and shove them in the basement. Meanwhile, this tornadoes, it doesn’t really have enough juice to go crazy, it’s taking a minute to get to us. And it’s just kind of whipping people’s — my neighborhood trampoline, it’s whipping that around, but not — really, I don’t know, it was so bizarre, it was like tornado lite. And so — I’m in the basement. I’m like, halfway down the stairs. I’m calling my brother. And I’m like, “hurry up and get down here”, like “come on”, like “it’s happening”, especially me, like twister obsessed. I’m like, “it’s coming”, like, “we need to tie our belts to a metal pole so we live.” Yeah, my brother is like, trying to lock the back door for whatever reason. He’s struggling with the deadbolt, I don’t know quite where his logic was in that, but I remember laughing but also being like, “what the f*** are you doing?” He’s older than me. Obviously, less common sense. And so anyway, I like grabbed his arm, and I’m like, come back up and I grabbed his arm and like, “let’s go, I don’t care about the door”. And so we get downstairs and we hide…

And the last question I wanted to talk about was would you describe yourself more as a gentle summer breeze or like a tornado? Now, I definitely would say that there is a mixture of both ends of the spectrum that can be found within me. But anything besides that most people see is summer breeze, because that's honestly the way I look to present myself. I don't like to come off super like rough or hard or like hard-going on people especially if we're meeting for the first time or if we're just friends. I try to show like always my calm happy like happy-go-lucky side and never really show much anger, or real aggression toward anything, which is what I would assume a tornado would be. But yeah, I like to always present myself as a very easy-going person. Someone who could, you know, go with the flow, which fits perfectly with the idea of a summer breeze.