Funny enough, when I was 7 years old I was completely obsessed with space. For Christmas I got a real telescope, glow in the dark stars for my bedroom, and a model of the solar system. I always loved fairytales and made-up stories as a kid because they were so fascinating and hard to wrap my head around. I think this is why I loved space so much. It looks and sounds like it isn’t real; but it is. Looking at photos I could never fathom how something like that can exist at the same time I do. I would take pictures of the moon through my telescope and fall asleep looking at the sticky stars on my ceiling every night. Learning about space gave me this feeling that I knew a secret about the universe that was endless. It made me feel like I was part of something so much bigger than myself which I loved the idea of. 11 years later I still can’t wrap my head around it and I haven’t even thought about it in awhile. It’s tiring to ponder something that I will never truly understand. However, reading this chapter brought back some of my fascination and gave me that same feeling as when I was a kid. The photo I included is from a night where we had a blood moon and an eclipse simultaneously I believe in 2015. I took this photo through my telescope as me and my family stood outside for hours taking turns looking through. Looking at it today gives me that same feeling I felt so many years ago.