glanced

The boy glanced at the small white church he attended with his mother. His father tried to avoid church as much as possible. The boy's dark eyes stared at his best friend's house as he passed by. He could see the sun reflecting off the powerful river just behind his friend's house and thought about the times they had spent together exploring the river for hidden treasures. At other times they would just lay on the grassy banks of the river fishing and staring into the blue sky as white fluffy clouds floated by. Often they would imagine creatures and other things hidden in the clouds. Those were fun days.