The soft morning mist covers me like a warm, comfortable blanket as I climb off my nest. The rain from last night has stopped and in the first light of the morning sun the forest surrounding me starts to wake up. I take a good look around knowing that I might not see this forest ever again. It is not easy to leave, especially if you don't know where the future will lead you, but I know I have to go. I've been through too much to stop now and the scars I carry with me will always remind me of that. I remember well the day I got those scars. It is a painful memory. A memory of the last day of my childhood.
I was born high up in the mountains. I was afraid of many things in those days but most of all I was afraid of flying. While the other birds glided high in the air I stayed on the ground. I didn't trust my wings. When the winter grew near and the others were preparing to fly south, I hid myself in a small cave. I knew I didn't have the strength or courage to follow my flock. So when th