As a kid, I was obsessed with NASA and becoming an astronaut (we all went through that phase, right?). I loved the Kennedy Space Center more than Disney World when my family and I went there for vacation years ago. If you saw a little girl loving the sight of a launch pad more than Magic Kingdom, that was probably me. I still have a poster of the Man on the Moon and NASA-related stuff on my walls; it's a part me that never really left. But my favorite were the plastic glow-in-the-dark stars on my ceiling. (I remember jumping on my bed to stick them on the ceiling because I was too short.) I loved staring at them before I fell asleep; it soothed me. It was like laying outside and staring at the night's sky, except in the comfort of my bed. Since then, most of them have fallen and only a few remain. I've collected the ones that fell and put them aside. They still glow, after all these years. Now whenever I travel or am far away from home, I take a star with me. And if I can't fall asleep, I hold it in my hand and watch it glow.



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