Flying fascinates me… to a point.
Notice how everything does everything to a point? What is that all about?
Anyway.
I climb trees. I climb walls. I climb utility poles. I pretty much have to climb everything to get or be anywhere. So I’m always climbing, always striving to reach the top of something… even if that something is only a cookie container on the kitchen counter. I’ve never not had to climb. It’s no big deal to me.
I don’t know if I’d want the option of flying. Everything that I once had to climb, I’d just be able to flap my tail and get over it. If I was born to fly, it’d be no thing. But, to never have something and then all of a sudden have it… hmm, maybe it would be temporarily cool. I’m sure I’d get over the coolness within a week…but what a week that would be.
