The Best Day of my Whole Life happened when I was around five. Well. When MATT was around five.
Apparently they were at the zoo. The biggest zoo in the state, the zoo with all the tigers and monkeys and hippos a kid could ever want.
Matt loved the birds.
There were exotic birds at the zoo. But he didn't just love THOSE.
Matt loved the pigeons.
There were pigeons on the benches, pigeons on the ground, pigeons being chased away by the zookeepers.
It wasn't like he'd never seen one.
Matt loved birds and there were flamingoes and peacocks and ostriches at the zoo. And there were pigeons.
To him, they were as beautiful as any of the rare birds on display.
"Should we go get some ice cream?" his dad asked him.
"No," Matt said. "I'm watching the pigeons."
His parents laughed and he laughed too.
He put his hand out to the closest bird.
"Here, pidge."
It fluttered to sit on his finger.