The Full Moon

I was on my front yard, criss cross apple sauce, as I would say back in elementary school. A few cars passed by causing the wind to blow in my direction and made that night even colder. I looked up and i saw the bright beaming moon looking down upon me. I lifted up my right thumb up at the moon's direction and compared its size to the moon. I heard the moon is never bigger than your thumb, so I thought I would test this theory out. Turns out it was true. I never really tend to look up and appreciate the moon. I'll only notice it if I'm out playing soccer late at night. So that night, I gave the moon my company as it has always done for me. I sat there for a while and shared my thoughts, mostly about space because I find it extraordinary. As I got up, I felt my pants a little damped because of the wet grass, but didn't let that bother me because I was going inside anyway. I gave the moon a "peace sign" with my middle and index fingers, said "Thank you Mr. Moon.", and gave it a smile.