Excitement had filled the air, as the neighbors lined up along the street and waited. We waited for the astroid to hit the moon. Some had telescopes, and some just their eyes. And as I stared up at the sky, I saw something bright, and large hit the moon. Everyone gasped at the display of light and “ohed and awed” in wonder. And as small pieces of the moon became meteors and flew at the earth, my baby sister next to me said, “Addy, why is the moon crying?”
Addison Jones never thought about, or prepared for the end of the world. But after November 27, 2016, she knew she should have.