Tussle in the yard Stories

The cold air stung my skin as we soared through the sky. The wind rushed through my hair, roaring in my ears while the chill enveloped my face. We were only twenty feet above the tree line. Then we cleared the trees and dipped into the canyon. Sheer cliff walls towered over us as we dove down towards the creek below. Soaring through the valley was amazing. I could not fathom being restricted from this kind of activity. Th...