They climbed that rickety ladder to the beam near the sky, wide, in the half-built house where their parents forbid them to go.
Had said, “We forbid you to go.”
But, they longed to swing on that beam up high with its background of blue though the ladder barely held at the joints; wiggly-niggly.
They didn’t see risk. They only saw sky.
Until Billy next door fell off and broke his arm.