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Getting the Window Seat
To some it is very important
Sitting in the back seat watching the landscape whiz by, little Gary pretended he was a bird flying above and beside the car. Occasionally he would veer away from the highway and fly over some landscape feature in the distance.
He felt as though he could keep flying forever. Surely there were enough new lands to see to keep flying for the rest of his life. He wanted to experience the entire planet.
Then the car began slowing down and so did the speed at which the bird that he was flew. Soon the bird disappeared back into Gary’s mind. Looking forward, he saw that his father was pulling off the highway onto the gravel parking lot of a diner.
Before Gary and his two siblings would get into the back seat of the car Gary would always yell out, “I call window seat!” He did the same thing as the family walked towards the front door of the diner. As the family approached the booth his parents had chosen Gary pushed his sister aside as he raced to secure a window seat.
As Gary ate he stared out the large window which faced the highway and a large grassy field on the other side of the highway. In the very middle of that field was a lone tree. He imagined being that tree. As the tree he could look in all directions without his view being blocked by other trees. How…