First I was a hatchling waiting for my little bones to form. Next I was a fledging leaping from the nest despite the fall. Oh they fall, how we fall. But if I speak to you of days upon the ocean.
When I was a kid I grew up in a house on a hill. Not the top, not the bottom, but the middle. And I still remember where I cracked my head. In the vacant lot, there's a row of tiny houses there now.