When I was young, in front of my house was a star. Year before I was born, my grandfather had diligently marked it out as a flower bed in the big front garden. By the time I arrived on the scene, my grandfather was gone, the star had sunk and was filled with grass.
For me is was my favourite place in the world. I sat in one of the stars spokes and gazed up into the sky. It didn't matter if it was day or night. It was a place to dream of other planets, great adventures and men landing on the moon.
Today the star is gone from the garden replaced by a drive for two cars. But its memory still lives on and when I close my eyes I am there again, traveling through the stars.
To my long gone grandfather, thank you for the dreams.
