The Day That I saved a Newborn Sparrow
“Whack” the sound of the tennis ball colliding with my strings sent a vibration up my arm. I was playing tennis at the Easton Racquet Club with my brother. It was pitch black outside except for the huge lights above the tennis court providing us with blinding rays of white light. It was 9:00 P.M … Continue reading The Day That I saved a Newborn Sparrow