The lady photographer standing beside me said she waited 3 days for this moment--the first flight of an arctic tern chick. Ever remember the first time you rode your bicycle without the training wheels, or the first time you drove on the freeway all by yourself? You no longer can rely on someone to lead your life. You become the master of your fate. All the people including me were jumping up and down and clapping our hands when we witnessed this. Hardly would this chick know that he/she will be flying 22,000 miles each year from the Arctic to Antarctica, beginning this moment.