Hi, it's me again! This is my hundred-worder for Friday Fictioneers
When I was a child I thought the moon was covered in snow. Well, it is white when it’s bright isn’t it? So I was really disappointed when they went there and it wasn’t.
I thought the man on the moon was a snowman. I thought maybe we’d go there one day for a skiing holiday. They could even hold the Winter Olympics there! And ice cream wouldn’t melt.
But best of all I imagined being there with my friends and bombarding the earth with snowballs!
I still look up and wish I’d been right. But I’m not.... am I?