““I remember the first story he ever wrote me,” she said with a big smile. “ ‘Once upon a time, there was a boy.’ ” She let out a long chuckle. “I remember too,” I said. As weird as this feels to say, I was really happy the memory had survived the crash. “I told him it could use a little development, so the next day he brought me another story,” she said. “ ‘Once upon a time, there was a boy who wanted to fly.’ ””
