"Hold on tight!" said his mother.
When he got to the top there was still a long way to go to reach the sky. He reached up his hand, but all he could feel was air.
"What do I do now?" he asked.
Just then, a helicopter buzzed into sight.
"Do you want to go higher?" asked the pilot. "I can take you."
The boy had a ride in the helicopter. He looked down on tiny houses and trees. All around was the blue sky, but before he could see it all, the helicopter landed for fuel.
In the fueling yard, a car honked. It was the boy's father.
"Come, drive with me." said the father. "I will show you the whole sky."
They drove up a mountain. At the top was a cloudy mist, grey and cool.
"There is the sky." said the father, pointing to the fluffy clouds.
They drove down the mountain and saw a bright blue-turquois lake. The sun was glinting on the water.
"There is the sky." said the father, pointing to the reflection in the lake.
They drove through the plains. There were no trees in sight, just sky from end to end and puffy clouds.
The sun was setting. The sky turned purple and pink with golden rays.
"There is the sky." said the father pointing to the colors of the sunset.
Twilight was settling in among the trees of the forest. Peeper frogs were singing their night songs and owls were waking up. Dark was all around.
"There is the sky." said the father, pointing to the grey darkness moving in.
Stars were twinkling in the sky as the boy and his father drove into the driveway.
"There is the sky." said the father, pointing to the stars.
The boy smiled. He felt happy that he had seen the whole sky.