Moon

by LSMunch

Response to a challenge. There were no such things as shooting stars, no such thing as a moon made out of cheese, no such thing as a man living in the moon.

Disclaimer: Not mine.

A/N: This was originally going to be Munch wishing he could be an astronaut... but then I realized he was a kid in the 50s and that there weren't really astronauts back then. So, instead, I wrote this.

When I was a kid, I used to dream of visiting a moon made out of cheese and talking with the man who lived there. Of sitting in the scoop of the Big Dipper and trying to catch the shooting stars as they flew by.

Then, I grew up, went to school, learned that the moon wasn't made out of cheese and no man lived there. In fact, no man had ever set foot on the moon... yet, they told us. We learned that shooting stars were really tiny pieces of space rocks, meteors, that burned up as they came through the atmosphere. There were no such things as shooting stars, no such thing as a moon made out of cheese, no such thing as a man living in the moon.

But sometimes, as I stand on the roof of the precinct, I dream again of moon of cheese, a man to talk to, sitting in the Big Dipper and catching shooting stars.