Looking at the sky

Sometimes I wish I could lie on the grass and stare at the sky for hours. When I was younger, my family and I used to live in a place surrounded by beautiful trees, mountains, bugs, flowers, and mud. There were parks and streams next to where I lived with my parents. My parents, my sister, and I would walk almost every day around the park and in between our neighbors. In some occasions, the streets in front of our house would fill with parades and festivals. Quite often, my family and my parents’ friends would go to a park to have a BBQ party. When we always reach the park, my sister and I would roll on the field and look at the blue sky turning slowly orange. My sister and I didn’t mind lying on the grass even though there were bugs crawling all over us. We would also bring our water guns and shoot water at our friends. When we were exhausted from playing, we would lie down on the grass again with our food next to us and we would start questioning ourselves. How does the earth look like from the clouds? Could we really sit on the clouds? Is the sky really blue and what makes it blue? How long will it take for us to reach the cloud? Looking up the sky makes your heart beat slowly. When you look up the sky, it feels like as it someone you know is looking at you. I wish I could lie on the grass and fall asleep and never wake up until the next morning.