When I was still a little kid
I love to see the airplane flying high across the blue sky
It was to me like a surprising magic visitor for my plain afternoon
It looked like a tiny mosquito in the sky’s huge ceiling
As I laid down on a tiny green grass covered ground
I would wonder and asked myself;
“Why does that airplane looks so tiny?
Was it because my eyes are too small to see it?
Is it because of I am looking at it as a child?
Will an airplane still look tiny even when it does not fly?
Can it see me from high up there?
Does it know that I am now looking at it in admiration?
and so my question went on and on until I almost fell asleep on the ground
Mom called me in a loud voice to get back into the house.
The airplane had gone away.
‘See you again airplane,” I said before leaving the ground.