When I was a child I lived in a very close set neighbourhood where everyone knew everyone else. I knew all the children around my age and we always played around the park. One of our favourite games was to pretend that we were animals. We use to crawl around and make homes out of wood and leaves. On many occasions we helped animals that were wounded and brought them home or to clinics. We were like a miniature animal society in our neighbourhood. Our number one rule was to re

All the little things in life make up what we see. If we learn to respect them then we will love our world and feel good about ourselves. As children, we have a natural urge to love nature and animals, but as we grow older we tend to forget this. Our minds are full of everyday things that we do not notice the simple things that keep us alive. This event saved me from becoming lost in the web of society and pushed me in the right direction. I will never forget that cat, my beautiful fallen angel, for as a long as I live. I know now to live each day to the fullest as if it were my last day. For truly I do not know what the future will bring. I will never forget that we share this world with God’s creatures. I will never forget to be thankful for the life I have because many others have it worse and most importantly I will never forget to love. One look into a child’s eyes will show you where you need to go; now the hard part is taking the steps. But there is one question that I still desperately need an answer to. Where is the love?

It was a warm, summer day and I was coming back from a friend’s house. To get home I had to pass the park that I use to play games in with my friends. Whenever I walked by there I always had joyful memories flood through me. The memories were constantly of good times and laughter, as one might only experience when young and innocent. Beautiful memories of the days when I felt so whole, like I had a place in the world and I was needed. There was a soft, silky breeze that night and I remember smelling the air and feeling as I did as a child. Fresh and peaceful, not a care in the world and glad to be alive. However my connection with my childhood disappeared as I came nearer to the end of the park. Angry shouts and cruel laughter echoed in the silent park. For a brief second I thought someone was attacking me, but I soon realized that it was much worse. Thinking that maybe there was some sort of argument going on, I walked closer to the voices. Then suddenly a piercing, inhuman cry blasted through the air, followed by another and another. The sound resulted in me jumping at least three feet into the air and twisting my ankle. The pain was unbearable but I ignored it and dragged myself toward the cries. It sounded to me as if some kind of animal was in terrible agony. Upon hearing the voices again, a cold shiver went through my body and I realized that I knew whom those voices belonged to. I spotted all my childhood peers in a group, laughing loudly and throwing things. Normally I would have ran up to them and gave them all hugs but those cries told me that whatever they were doing was not good. What I saw made me very sick to the stomach. A small, black kitty was backed up against a fence with it’s back arched and cuts on it’s face, trying to protect itself from stones hitting its small body. A weird feeling washed over me and I felt like I was an outsider. I felt like I was looking at this scene from another person’s perspective. I know this sounds strange but at that moment I had a flashback of those same people playing with me and I saw the world with a different feeling to it. I saw it for the colours of the sky and I smelled it for the scent of the wind. I saw the world through the perspective of a bird in the sky, a bug on the ground and most importantly, the poor, black kitten. I felt its fear, the pain of the stones hitting its body and felt my te

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