Tony Andrade: A Short Story

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With my wings outstrectched i let the breathe of mother earth take me in her grasp as i soar across the land. Down below me i see people smiling and laughing, sitting and crying, and those who just dont know how to quite feel. If only they could see the view from here. If only they could understand the feeling of not having your feet on the ground and letting yourself glide wherever the wind takes you. I have seen night and day, weeks go past and i still find myself soaring along this big blue earth wondering why these poor humans cant fly. They create big airplanes to give them a sesne of what im feeling but its all fake and non realistic. I wish they could soar like me. This is Tony Andrade. He has been skateboarding for 8 years going on

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