'It will tower into the sky! You'll see over millions, and they'll credit that with you!'
I guess that I'd always been interested in the sky.
As a child, it had mystified me as a woman, it both thrilled and terrified me.
I'd grown fond of towering skyscrapers and the ability to be high up in the sky.
I guess you could say that this fascination and desire of mine started with my father.
He'd had high hopes for me, a child smaller than his others.
He'd found beauty in my dark blue eyes and kept on promising possibly beyond his ability to allow me to finally touch the sky.
He'd tossed me almost high enough for my childlike mind to imagine the softness of the clouds and to nearly feel it brush my skin.
I savored the cool contact and chased it by planes and gliders and eventually by my own buildings.
I'd chased it after hearing my father's promises and my own dreams of finally touching the clouds.
I still manage to chase it after having lost it and having felt pain from such heights as if after my own childish motives and age old promises.
I guess that's why he named me after what I'd long sought after, 'Skye.'