Yesterday we were driving home from school. Owen was looking out the window while Jack told me about his feats on the soccer field and his spelling test.
There was a pause, and then Owen said in a soft voice, "I wish I were a bird. Then I could fly way up high and see all the things I imagine."
A few minutes later, he commented, "I really wish I were a bird. I could fly higher and higher."
His sweet, gentle voice seemed filled with awe, like he was really feeling himself up high in the sky soaring with that bird.
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