When I was little, my parents used to have a car that had two windows in the roof, one above the front seats and one above the back seats. I spent many car-rides trying to decipher the shapes in the clouds and wondering what secrets the stars were holding. Sometimes I would even childishly wonder why the moon was always following me - I might have even called her my friend once upon a time. I don't know when I stopped thinking of her as such - was that before or after we got another car? Would she accept my friendship once more if I asked her? I must admit, I still sometimes puzzle whether she really is following me or not, as naive as it sounds. I truly hope I'll never lose the bit of childish wonder I have nestled deeply in my heart, but at the same time I'm afraid I will. I guess I should really befriend the boom again before it's too late. ...
It is what you read when you don't have to that determines what you will be when you can't help it. ~ Oscar Wilde