If I had the gift of flying, I’d never stay in one place for long. I’d lift off at sunrise, chasing golden light across mountaintops, then swoop low over oceans just to feel the mist kiss my face. One moment I’d be gliding above snowy peaks, and the next I’d be dipping between city skyscrapers, laughing as the wind tangled in my hair. No traffic, no tickets, no waiting—just the wide-open sky and the freedom to go wherever my heart pointed. Honestly, I don’t think I’d ever come down unless it was for snacks.
Tales of a Family 
I was outside with my school children last week on a warm day, just watching a couple of large hawks slowly circling over the field behind the school. I must have been thinking out loud because I didn’t actually intend to ask the children this question:
“Do you think birds ever fly for fun, just because they can?”
But I did ask this and the children all agreed that yes, birds must surely fly just for the sheer joy of it.
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Kids make life brighter; I truly love being a teacher.
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