I just want to explain why it’s not my fault. My name is Fleck. I admit I am a bit of a misfit. I pretend to fit in. My family, my friends, the people in my town, we’re all pretenders. Pretending isn’t the same as lying; it’s more like wishful thinking — like being willfully blind in one eye and stupid in the other.

My trouble started quietly. In the beginning, I didn’t know that trees could pull up their roots and walk around or that a cloud could become a dear friend. Also, I didn’t understand how one single action could redirect my life. If I could go back and do it differently, I would – if only I could.