Daily Journal

When I was about 7 or 8 we used to live in this house that was kinda old. And my brothers room was in the attic. And in one of the closets there was a hole in the ceiling. So in the closet there were these pigeons that lived in there. And one time when I was bothering my brother he locked me in the closet with the pigeons. I was in there for a good 20 minutes and I was crying and screaming, cause the birds was flying around by me and stuff. Finally after 20 minutes he let me out and i was crying for at least an hour. He got in trouble and afterwards was still mad at me. So ever since then I have been dealthy afraid of birds. I don't like them, and I just UGH! I hate birds with a dying passion. Especially pigeons.