When I hear my name I hear the sound of birds. Birds flying through the air. When I hear my name I hear the bottom of my feet tapping away on the ground. I see my friends laughing, crying, and falling.Falling down Adrian trying to get out. When I hear my name I hear advice and excitement. When the wind blows I hear a whistle straining to call my name. I hear a train far away chanting me to go to kingdom come. But I don't go to the place. When I hear my name down the hallway I stop.. pause.. and look. Who's calling me, and where did they go. I grasp to the voice looking for it..waiting...waiting... waiting for an answer. I hear my name all across the world wanting me to give in. My only question is to give into what. Where an I ... what am I doing here...what is this place. Hours away I think... think about life... and what the world is going to turn out, what our children are going to be. When I hear my name's. I hear..... questions about life.