Everyone has a life changing story from youth or a story about a precious item or belonging, a shirt, a teddy bear that you had something that moulds your soul into the person you are. One of my many stories is about an egg, a little abandoned egg

Snow was still melting from the spring heat, grass was just starting to peak through and show its self, birds were chirpin and fluttering about. The nice old man up the street had a bird house up really high on a wooden post, being only 5 years old this was really intriguing to me seeing it way up in the sky. In my minds eye I remember it so fondly. Birds would fly in and out of the multi tiered white house with a pointed roof. I’d watch for what seemed like hours

The old man seen me outside always looking up at it . Opened his screen door and hollered,

”Hey Gordie, do you want to help me clean it “

Well I felt a warmth of happiness come over me, so I answer back “ oh yes ! Can we do it now ?!” and that’s just what we did. He brought out an old wooden ladder that went straight to the heavens. I stayed safely on the ground and eagerly watched. He cleaned the outside and wiped it all down. He then flipped open the roof, it was hinged “oh man so cool!” He cleaned all the old twigs, seed and crud out so it was ready for new families to move in.

No matter if I was at home or school all I could think about was seeing the birds, hours turned to days, days turn to weeks. One day I was over there to check it out as I always did, I find a fragile egg on the ground. A cute tiny little egg, it looked just like a Cadbury Mini Egg that you get at Easter time. Surely I couldn’t put it back up in the house it was to high, I justified to myself in my head because I wanted it. I wanted to take it home and hatch it and have a little bird of my own. That’s just what I did, I made a nest out of twigs and mud. I mushed it together and formed a donut.

Do you know those memes that people show you what a perfect cake or art project is supposed to look like, then they show you thier crappy attemp at it ? Well this nest was the latter version.

So I stretched my arms up and placed it in a tree, which was about 3 feet off the ground after all I am 5. I’d put a little teady bear on the egg at night and day to keep it warm . I loved that little egg, like Gollum to a ring. This little egg was my precious.

I waited for my little bird to hatch, it never did. I wish I could say it hatched and was my pet little birdie. But no luck, Needless to say I was devastated and heart broken ....

I cried and cried and

I swear it still haunts me to this day, maybe where my stutter came from? I’m not sure. I still feel pain from it now, why didn’t it just hatch ? I would have been a good bird daddy

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