I run through the freshly polished halls of the palace. It shimmers like the ocean. Little shoes, little feet echo. Outstretched hand touches heaving shoulder. "Tag!" I shout.

Sunny hair whips around as goggles are readjusted. We laugh, and laugh so hard it hurts. "Can we play airship now?" The boy asks.

Hazel eyes roll up to the sky. Little hands take hold and dash outside. Clear blue skies. Sun is high.

CJ puts his silly one size too big goggles over his eyes and tightens knot on his bedsheet. He calls it his pilot cape.

Little airmen climb to the top of Flying Hill, where their homemade airship sits like a hen on her nest.

"Where to, Cap'n?" His right hand girl asks. I stand stiff as a board and salute.

The Captain of our Ship points to the West. He announces in his best military voice, "To Emerald City! Where we shall attack our enemies and take their riches!"

"Ready!" I shout.

My best friend, the airmen, holds to the hands of the stearing wheel. We begin to fly, flying into a dream. Soaring with the birds in the sky.