Reed started to learn to play hockey and Jackson started to learn to run. They had a lot of fun while they were switch partners.

Once upon a time, in a small town known for its love of sporting especially ice hockey, lived two very different boys named Reed and Jackson. Reed, heavy footed and clumsy, was considered the slowest player on ice. His skates were like bulky irons that he dragged along the surface, often resulting in him taking a tumble. Jackson, on the other hand, was the star; fast, agile, and charismatic. His skates were an extension of him, and they allowed him to dart around his opponents with an ease that left everyone in awe. As years passed, a rivalry grew between the two boys, fueled by the immense skill gap and the teasing that Reed endured from his peers. During the tryouts that followed, Jackson reigned supreme. On the ice, he was in his element, aggressively gliding between cones and effortlessly scoring goals. Reed, however, was another story. He strained to keep up, his face reddened in exertion, and inevitably positioned last. The repeated victories of Jackson, coupled with the relentless teasing, ignited a roaring fire inside Reed. Frustration simmered within him and under the starry sky one night, he wished upon a shooting star, yearning to swap abilities with Jackson. The next day, something extraordinary happened. Reed found himself sliding on the ice as if he were born to do it. His once bulky skates now felt light, swift, akin to that of a feather. As the icy wind whipped around, Reed raced, leaving everyone, and notably Jackson, behind. Jackson blinked in confusion, watching Reed in disbelief, feeling shackled by the very skates that used to elevate him. Unbelievably, Reed made the top team while Jackson, left floundering on the ice, was placed on the bottom one. It was an extraordinary twist of fate that rippled through their little town. Not just their skills, but their lives were completely swapped too. Reed, now basking in the limelight, was surrounded by friends who were attracted to his newfound talent. He wore stylish clothes, ones that were once Jackson’s that demonstrated a status symbol among their peers. He even acquired Jackson’s hobbies and found himself enjoying things he never had a taste for before. Jackson, however, saw a shift that was not so glamorous. Stripped of his skill, his friends left him, and his once desirable clothes anchored him in the past. His avid hobbies were now Reed’s, and he was left trying to rediscover his own. Through all these, the boys learned a valuable lesson: Be careful what you wish for. After the initial novelty wore off, Reed started to miss his old life-the sincerity of his former friends, the comfort of his old clothes, the pleasure from his trusted hobbies. Jackson too, realized that the freedom to climb back up, to improve and conquer his weaknesses was a thrill he missed more than the constant victories. And so, upon another starry night, they wished again, this time to return to their original selves. The morning came with familiar routines, Reed's clumsy tumbles, and Jackson's electrifying speed. They learned that true power wasn't in wishing to be someone else, but in being the best versions of themselves. Because, in the end, the magic lay within them, not in their swapped abilities.