Today I was sitting in the car while my mom drove back home. We have these birds that like to sit on top of the traffic lights or street lamps. They all line up and sit there and many times, we wonder why they do that…or what they are thinking.
Mom: hm….I wonder would it would feel like to fly like a bird.
Using my amazing imagination, I start imagining it from the first bird perspective. The horizon in the distance, wind on my face, winds spread out. My vision is impeccable and I can see trees miles…
Mom: Well…one thing I’m pretty sure is…birds aren’t afraid of heights.
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Then we started to imagine a bird who was afraid of heights…
Sounds like a Pixar short flim right? You heard it here first!!
