I was just a widdle kid back in 1948. We had just moved from the confines of Milwaukee to a country home north of Hayward, Wisconsin. Clearest of skies, lots of woods, genuine forest animals to watch, etc. I clearly remember looking up in the sky at night and seeing this big round luminous object just above the trees that appeared to move with me as I walked. I was told it was the moon and it was far away. I called it the "oo" instead of saying the word correctly. I was so amazed that the oo was following me as I walked back and forth - knowing nothing back then about perspective. Now I have a car that has traveled the equivalent number of miles to the moon and most of the way back.
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