This stork on an egg was the first toy that I was given when I was born. Some said the stork brought me but then why would other people say that my mother did a good job? Notice that it's a bird? Perhaps this was a beginning of my fascination with birds and feathers.
While walking the beach recently, I witnessed rows and rows of tiny broken down plastic pieces in the rocks and sand at the high tide line. Perhaps they wouldn’t be there if every piece of plastic manufactured was as sacred to its user as this plastic toy is to me.