Light.

As a 9 month old baby, I looked to the ceiling, pointed to the chandelier that hung over our living room and declared, "light." 

This was my first word. 

Today, in class, we had an assignment to create an image that describes one of our character traits. An image of a hanging lightbulb appeared to me, an image that has been recurrent throughout the past month. I think I have a lot in common with light. Or I would like to have more in common with it. Or I maybe I just desire it more in my life...