Originally posted on 01/31/2018:
Yeah
one of my first memories was living in a nest with a bunch of baby condor's
I guess I was snatched up off the ground behind an orphanage in Peru, where my birth mom left me as a 3 month old.
I was raised on some cliff's by a family of condor's
when I was 4 I was "saved" by some local missionaries and taken back to the united states by a young couple on a spring school building trip with St. John's parish from Wikinsburg, Pa. While I came to love my new "mom" and "dad" and my brothers and sisters. I always felt like I belonged in the air with the big birds I saw from time to time.
I also hate eggs
go figure