My Boo Radley

     Growing up, around the age of five or six I believe, I never realized what was so special about the moon, and more importantly, going to it. Truth be told, I was scared of it. Whenever my grandparents took me on a drive at night when there was a full moon, not knowing any better, I thought it was following us, and only us. I thought it was very close, and not special at all, just very ominous, a bright yellow eye staring down upon me. I thought maybe it followed me because I had something special (remember, I'm five).
  
     When I was six or seven, I read a story about the moon landing, and was able to slightly comprehend just how far away it was. After reading this, I asked my parents why the moon followed me. It was then explained to me that the moon just looks like it's following me, but really it isn't, and that that's just what all little kids think. I had this new found fascination with the moon, and the moon landing. I wanted to be an astronaut like Buzz Aldrin, or Neil Armstrong, and fly to the moon when I was all grown up.
    
     This can metaphorically compare to Scout's Boo Radley because it was something I had all of these certain ideas about, yet it was all really unknown to me. I didn't realize that the moon wasn't spooky until I looked at it in a different light, and saw that it looked very nice against the black backdrop of the cold black sky. The moon became my fascination, and at that point in my life it made me want to be an astronaut instead of the construction worker I had originally wanted to be.