Ryan Kirby

TerrEx: The Exodus

In seconds, I remember everything. I remember thinking the wind would swoop me off my feet if I let go of my mother's hand. When my sister and I were young, this is what our mother would tell us to make sure we wouldn't let go. I remember feeling the power of each breeze against my skin. The cool air caused goosebumps but the firmness of my mother's grip kept me rooted to the ground.