I grew up with many theories.
Shooting stars were angels' tears. This made me sad. Angels shouldn't ever be sad.
Tears were hello's from the proverbial "other side" - That's creepy.
Other theories I'd heard was that shooting stars were signs that someone just came to Earth.
As a kid, I wanted nothing more than to catch one of these other-worldly splendors. I wished to be transported to another world. A world of magic.
For just that moment, I was in that world, created by the mind of 5 year-old Dibe. Full of Unicorns and Wangdoodles and other copyrighted creatures that took residence in this world.
That old song by Winnie the Pooh - Come out moon. My heart sings that out.
Come out moon Come out wishing star.
Come out, come out. Where ever you are.
I'm out here in the dark, all alone and wide awake
Come and find me.
I'm empty and I'm cold and my hearts' about to break
Come and find me
I need you to come here and find me,
cause without you I'm totally lost.
I've hung a wish on every star. It hasn't done much good so far.