Random childhood memories.
its weird how they sometimes just pop into your head, with no reason. Or purpose.
and in this case, there was no link to what I was doing either. It just jumped in there. [I was drawing my feet for homework, took a quick bathroom break, and thought about birds?] [that sounds about right for my mind these days]

the first thought that came to my head was how much I was enthralled by the shade of a robin’s egg as a kid. It never made sense to me that their egg shells were so blue. I was always excited to see one cracked and laying on the ground. I just really liked the colour.

my thought process then led to this memory, which I havent thought about in a long time.
I was three years old. We lived in oshawa ontario, at 1010 glen street (I have no idea why I still remember this address). I don’t remember much about that day. I was playing with friends, which was the benefit of living in a townhouse, there was always someone around. And in the parking lot I saw a hurt robin. It was using its wings to get across the ground, and it was going under the cars. I chased it and caught it all impressed with myself. It was around dinner time, and I think my mother was a bit horrified that I was carrying around this robin. She told me I couldn’t keep it inside, so in my three year old logic, I took it to our back yard. I think I made a bed out of the dirt for this bird, and I laid it on its back as if to tuck it in for a night’s sleep. I vaguely remember making a pillow or bedding out of grass or something of that nature. And I remember assessing the situation being like, bird’s necks arent proper to lay them down on their back. But I did anyways. it baffled me a bit. then I remember waking up in the morning and rushing to see if it was still there for me. it wasn’t. im pretty sure, looking back, that whoever I talked to about this lied to me, and said that it got up and flew away in the morning. I wonder if I cat got it.

yup, that’s it. No anything to go along with this. I still pity the poor bird though, probably wondering what the heck I was doing laying it on it’s back. And im almost positive that I was not gentle as I was carrying it around the complex to bring it to my house. Ha, sucks to be that bird.