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i used to believe that the moon was stalking me.....everywhere i went...there it was...waiting till i wasn't paying attention and just crush me....
At night when I would be driving in the car with my mom, no matter where we went, of course the moon was there. I asked my mom why and she said it follows you everywhere so you can see. I hated this so I would get mad at it and yell "STOP FOLLOWING ME!" I remember once I even refused to leave the house because the moon wouldnt leave me alone.
When we used to drive around in the car at night when i was younger, i always thought the moon followed me wherever i went.
when i was little i used 2 believe that the moon was following us when we drove
When I was about 4 or 5 i used to believe the Moon followed me. My mom had a Volkswagen Beetle and, when driving at night, I would sit on the back seat, facing the back of the car and update my Mom during the whole trip on the Moon status. "It is still following us", I would say. Sometimes, when she turned on a street where the Moon couldn't be seen, I would tell her that she was going too fast, because the Moon couldn't keep up with us.
When I was a kid I used to think that the moon followed me. I would turn around and look up and there it would be. I'd run down the block as fast as I could and the moon was right behind me. I remeber when I tried to tell my older brother and some friends about how special I was that the moon followed me and they told me it follows everyone because you can see it from anywhere. At the time I was pretty heart broken about it.
While riding in the car with my mother one night (around 5 years old) I came to the conclusion that the moon followed me.
I didn't believe that about the sun, though, because my mother had already informed me that "the sun doesn't rise and set for Sandra."
When I was younger, I believed that the moon always followed me everywhere I went to at night. It was scarry!!
I used to believe that the moon followed me around wherever I went. Going on car trips with my parents, I'd look out the window and it was always there... following me. Actually it still does!
When I was about five, I thought the moon was following me, because no matter how far I walked, it was always right there, over my shoulder.