To Peter, the sky was like a magical place. A place where the clouds would float and dance gracefully on the wind. He was going to become one of them someday. Peter was going to see what it looks from up there in the clouds with his own eyes. The view. The scenery. Everything would open up before him once he lifted off the ground. Peter chased his dream with all his might. He didn't want to sit back and watch the world go par without him. Peter was going run and run until his wings would finally let him fly. He dreamed of flying high above the clouds in the sky, swinging on a star, and standing on the moon. With a smile on his face, Peter ran as fast as he could. Not wanting to miss a beat. Not wanting to miss an opportunity to fly. Thinking of that precious moment when his wings would lift him up off the ground was a thought that gave him the drive to continue running. Looking up at the vast sky, seeing the clouds dance among the stars, gave him that extra boost of determination to continue on. Peter was going to fly among the clouds one day~
