Sky scrapers

Sky scrapers

Memory of when I was 5, in school.

Teacher was talking about something... I was day dreaming.

I recall hearing the words 'sky scrapers'.

At recess I ran into the play ground, the space opening up around me. I loved running.

The blue of the sky was that blue that only exists in memories from childhood.

I looked up to see the vapour trail left by a plane. A single line arcing across the sky. "So that's what a sky scraper is"! said my young mind.