When I was little I thought that the moon was my guide to the world. At night, I would always look up at the night-blue sky and see the moon shining back down on us. I believed that the moon could look down on me and tell me if we humans were committing sins. I always thought that I had the power to see the moon’s face and that I could tell whether she was happy or not. It seemed that every time I looked up though, I saw a melancholy look on her face. Now I know that it has to do with the gravitational pull and stuff like that. But sometimes, even now, I still think that if we stop committing these horrible crimes for just one minute, she’ll show us her other face.
by Vanessa, 7th Grade