When I was a kid I wanted to be an astronaut. My mom wanted me to be a doctor or a lawyer. My dad tried to get me into sports to be a professional athelete. He didn't care if it was basketball, baseball, or football.
But nobody could tell me otherwise...
I knew what I wanted. Every night I looked out the window gazing at the vast, dark skies.
Some days it would fill with just black emptiness.
But most nights on a non-cloudy night,
I would experience a shining sea of crystals patterned so intricately above.
Imagining what it would be like to be among them, I would put my space helmet I got from my aunt on my 4th birthday. It was my favorite helmet.
Running across the room, pretending to soar in a spaceship, was my peace. It was my heaven and my getaway from all troubles left here on earth.