The sun was warm on my face, and I watched the birds gliding from tree to tree, and the squirrels chasing each other across the grass and up the tree trunks. Life was exciting, and the only thing on my mind was that moment in time! I could only think about what was in front of me. What I was to do next or what had happened a few minutes before did not exist in my mind. Anna, looking down at me with a big smile on her face, pulled four slices of white bread out of a brown paper bag she had in a pocketbook and said, “Johnny, would you like to feed the pigeons? “ She tossed the bread on my lap, and within seconds, hundreds of dirty New York pigeons swarmed around me.
I could no longer see the large fountain, Anna, the squirrels, or the birds: only pigeons. The pigeons were all over my body. Quickly, Anna grabbed the slices from me and threw the bread towards the fountains. The pigeons scurried in that direction and away from us. Laughing almost hysterically, Anna reached into her pocketbook and pulled out some tissues to wipe slimy pigeon poop from my head, arms, and legs. During the ride home, I could feel the vibration of the road underneath the large soft cushions, and all I could think about at the time was the coins being sucked down through the machine into the bus floor and the taste of a salty flavor in my mouth from the slimy pigeon poop.