How was born dream about sky. (2) We lived in the village. Dad sat as down on the bike and we went to the airfiel which was not far from our village. When we arrived there we were met by large frindly man. It seemed to me hoge. He greeted as. Then He looked to me an told ' You are good boy, but but still smoll. I can't take You to a flight. I could not believe him. I started to cry. My brother an sister rut to the plain fun. Dad took me in his arms an held her. We have long seen as the big plane was leawing to the evening sky. I stopped crying. I saw only this beautiful sky and flying away aircraft.