Personal Narrative-Running Moon

The Running Moon “Mom, it’s doing it again!” I yelled from the backseat of my stepfather’s Nissan Xterra.
No matter how fast my mother drove, the moon always remained caught up to us, despite its differing shapes. Whether it was a full-moon or a half-moon, it was always quick enough to ride right alongside of the SUV. “The women at the planetarium told my class that people have went to the moon,” I said reminiscing that field trip I had taken a couple weeks ago at school.
“Riley, honey, the moon is not chasing us. It just seems that way” my mother groaned, knowing that I wasn’t going to let go of the argument until I received a good enough answer for my preference. Besides the fact I was seven-years-old, I had convinced myself I knew everything in the world.
“Why does it look that way then?”
“Everything is not what it seems, sweetheart. It’s a strange world we live in,” she replied.
“Okay, but WHY does it look like that?” I said frustratedly, demanding I knew why the moon always followed me home. Like every child, I asked “why” an adamant amount. But unlike every child, I wouldn’t let things go with just a simple answer. I pushed for an answer that made sense to me, because I had to know the answer to anything and everything about space, I was so obsessed with the universe that I had never seen as closely as I wanted to.
Its relative distance from Earth and its large size makes it remain in one spot and create an illusion that it is following your car, because all Earthly things are moving past you as the moon remains in place. I figured that out a few years after the “argument” with my mother (when I was old enough to use a computer and figure it out for myself). My favorite thing about astronomy is there are no boundaries in how you perceive it, and it overworks your thought process. Like Vincent Van Gogh had once said, “For my part I know nothing with any certainty, but the sight of stars make me