I was a terrible Sugar Babies addict, so I had more cavities than the surface of the moon.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
For a deeper interest in the Moon than I ever felt before.
I'm quite disappointed that I'm still the last man on the moon.
I've never felt like I was born with a silver spoon at all, although I've felt like howling at the moon a lot of times!
Moon! Moon! I am prone before you. Pity me, and drench me in loneliness.
In awe, I watched the waxing moon ride across the zenith of the heavens like an ambered chariot towards the ebony void of infinite space wherein the tethered belts of Jupiter and Mars hang, for ever festooned in their orbital majesty. And as I looked at all this I thought... I must put a roof on this toilet.
For me at age 11, I had a pair of binoculars and looked up to the moon, and the moon wasn't just bigger, it was better. There were mountains and valleys and craters and shadows. And it came alive.
I remember it was hard to believe that I was taking a step onto the lunar surface.
I am not a person who reaches for the moon as long as I have the stars.
I am a sugar freak.
Moon rocks are OK when everyone is eating.