Birds Flying High

Do I really miss being a child? That's a hard question to ask.

I miss certain parts, that's for sure. One thing I certainly miss is

bird watching in the spring. I loved watching the birds return home after winter.

I'd take my favorite blanket and lay it out in my backyard and just lay down and watch all the birds fly. There would be sooo many birds, I didn't bother trying to count them. But I would just lay there, watching them, watching their freedom. Wishing, I too were flying high.