Post No. 8

I sometimes feel like I can fly. Like as if the rules of downward gravity have no affect on me.
One of my favorite things to do is go to the park to feed the birds. It seems that they are always hungry. There's a park not to far away where many birds and ducks come and hang out with people. I can remember going there when I was a kid. Growing up my family and I would visit San Antonio Tx, and it just so happens that we would go to the park and feed these funny little ducks. Except now I'm not afraid of them when they get to close. Seasons change and yet I still fell the same. I still want to break out and fly.