I remember,

When I was a little girl and we were on our way home, which at the time was in San Fransisco, and I would look out the rear window and just stare at the moon the whole way home. I used to think the moon followed me. Like nothing mattered but me and the moon. I'd stay up as long as I could during those car rides just so I could look up at it. Today, I felt like I was a little girl again as I watched the moon glow. Only, once I got home... I realized I wasn't that little girl anymore.