When we were kids, we’d always spin in circles. The more we spun around, the more dizzy we’d get. Sometimes it was a challenge to see who would fall over or who could stay up right. When I was young, seven or eight, I remember this would be all I’d do with my time, spinning, spinning, spinning. One particular day, me and my mom were home. She was cooking and told me to go off and play, obediently I obeyed. I walked into the living room and began spinning around. I was trying to focus my eyes on my surrounding, which of course was hard. I could make out certain things like the couch, or the television, but as I…