**When I was little, I used to lay outside and reach my hands up to the sky above, convinced I could touch the great moving clouds if I just extended my arms a little further.** I reached as far as I could. I even squinted my eyes and moved my vision in different angles to at least give me the perspective that I was actually doing it. It was close enough!

I’d even put both my legs straight in the air and pretend my feet were touching too. Although I knew they would never reach. “How far am I from those clouds?” I thought to myself. I tried to imagine how much sky there was in distance. How it would be to be faced inches away from it. Maybe then I could touch it.

The clouds looked so fluffy. I wondered if it were as soft as a cotton pillow. Every child should have the experience of touching a cloud. I should at least be one of them. Although I don’t know how I’d possibly do it. You could see how surprised I was to find out if I were to meet the clouds. It would just be cold air. Nothing like how I imagined it.