One day during the school year, I was very depressed. I really didn't want to go to school. Nothing seemed right to me, and I would skip school. I started out from home like I was going to school but would stop at the bottom of a little hill beside a creek bottom. I would lay down in the tall grass, listen to the wind, watch birds fly by, and listen to nature. How comfortable I felt! Sort of all alone with God. We are not here by chance. Every thing seems too beautiful, and I enjoy the peace that surrounds me. I will probably be punished for not going to school, but the peace and joy that surrounds me will be well worth it.
On a rainy day, I'm looking out the window, listening to the rain and breeze that was along with it. I'm alone looking out the window, wishing I could go out and play but knowing I'm not able to in this rainy weather. While I listen to the light rain drops touching and running down the window, someone, someone I can't see, tells me that one day I would be flying airplanes. What is happening? What is all of this? I'm not sure of what I heard or anything about airplanes. How would I tell my parents? They will only laugh at me. I could tell an older sister or brother, but they would not believe me or even understand what I was talking about.
What do I do? I'm no different than anyone else, but something has happened to me that I don't understand. I would play cowboys and indians with my friends, play like we were pirates, but somehow I think about things differently and in a way I can't explain.
Now, about airplanes, maybe I could like airplanes, but it is not likely I will ever see one up close.
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