Could I fill my lungs up until they became lighter than the air I breathe? I would rise into those clouds thick with the tension of a tempest. Or could my little body grow relative to the panoramic landscape I viewed? I'd be a giant loping fast over those hills with my roly poly cora tucked under my arm. I'd leave Zander and Ender eating their McDonalds in the parking lot.
Which actually happened, the Mcdonalds thing. I think its becoming a sick joke with Zander and I; taking our kids to McDonalds on road trips. Im not judging anyone! But you should see us wolf down fast food. Its sad. Cora loves to suck on those famous Mickey D fries. Bless her.