This was a story from when I was seven years old. I was walking on a small alley with other two kids one day, and twilight was coming down to the shadows of the alley. Suddenly I talked like, "What if there was a street on the moon, and there are three kids like us walking on alley looking over the sky?" None of them showed to interest in my comment, but I kept thought about the matter of strange streets on the moon. It was like they cannot see us and we cannot see them, just imagining each other. They had never become my friend, and later they forgot about me completely. I found that in my fourth grade year, when I said hello to one of the kid and the kid did not even remember who I was.

This picture, however, was taken in 2006, and I still think about the streets on the moon sometimes.
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CANON EOS-5, CANON EF 28-105mm, F3.5-4.5
KODAK COLORPLUS 200