He walked inside, his allowance jingling in his pocket. "One High-Flyer, please," he said, trying to sound like a serious aviator.

Mr. Miller leaned over the counter. "Planning on just looking at it, or do you actually want to touch the clouds?" "Touch the clouds," Leo replied firmly.

Leo swapped his crumpled bills for the crinkling plastic bag. He felt like he’d just bought a ticket to the sky.