There once was a boy who loved running.
He loved running more than anything else.
The boy was fascinated by it, without really knowing why.
There weren't many things that he preferred doing over running.
There was nothing that the boy could think of as being more rewarding or fun than running.
Whether it was during his free time, or even when there were other things he was supposed to be doing, the boy thought about running.
He wanted to run. To be running.
He wished for it.
Longed for it.
That's how much the boy loved running.
But why was he obsessed with it to this degree?
Why did the boy love running so much?
How did he discover this passion for running?
How did this love for running even come into existence?
The answer was relatively simple.
A random and accidental occurrence.
Something, which was evitable and very well could have never happened, had shaped the boy's future.
