There’s a miraculous land that lies hugged by the Atlantic Ocean, cradled by North Carolina and Georgia. It’s the jaunty state of South Carolina, where the skies are sapphire blue, and the sun shines just a touch brighter. The kids here, they’re not your regular run of the mill, run-around-with-a-football kind of kiddos. They are the gravity-defying, wind-whispering, skydiving tykes. Imagine this, youngins strapped in colorful onesies, donning goggles bigger than their heads, and cuddling up to their imaginary buddy, 'Skye', the hilarious, helmet-wearing squirrel. Skye, the skydiving squirrel, was no ordinary nut-lover. He was a daredevil with a fluffy tail, and he taught these kids the art of soaring. The children would beam up at the clear, wide sky, their hearts pounding like hyperactive kangaroos, and Skye would wink, saying, “That’s not your heart, kiddo. That’s the sound of your wings unfurling!” Bursting into giggles, the kids would rise, higher and higher, until the world below looked like a colorful patchwork quilt sewn by a giant. They’d flip mid-air and twirl like a feather caught in a breeze. Once, Skye and the gang twisted so much; they almost stirred up a colossal cotton candy cloud! The earthbound folks scratched their heads in wonder, and the kids just smirked from above, their secret safe with Skye. To the untrained eye, South Carolina may seem like just another sunny state in America, but for the skydiving tykes and their squirrel buddy, it was a giant playground, an endless adventure up in the ether. The children of this state weren't just living, they were flying, and no one dared to tell them that the sky was the limit.