Personal Narrative: Lace Up At The Stars

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When I was younger, I would gaze up at the sky with my wide-little-girl eyes and stare.

I would stare for hours, gaping at the way the clouds moved in such quick, careless way, the sun extending its soft rays to my awed face, and the sparrows, spreading their beautiful, fragile wings to soar across the hauntingly blue sky.

But most of all, I would look at the stars.

At night, I would gather my telescope and my constellations map and my lovely star-dotted sleeping bag and just watch.

I would gasp at the incredible sight of the Big and Little Dipper paired together, like two peas in a pod. I would trace my small, stubby fingers over Orion’s Belt. I would lose my breath at the vivid galaxies that spread as far as the eye could see.

I would

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