My brother looked through an opening in the rocks, into the wide, blue expanse and called out,
“Look, Henry! What is that space called?”
“It is where the Sun and Stars share their home with the birds and Gods. The sky allows a peek into the world.”
“Why can’t we get there?”
“Wait till we will have the power to sustain it.” My voice was determined, “Just help me in my efforts.”
My brother did not realize that he was looking into the future. The world calls us the Wright Brothers, and we created the first prototype for an aircraft.