The story started like this...
There was once a girl who liked the clouds, paper aeroplanes and cut out flowers. However she could not see the stars because she had no heart. Every night she would cry in her little hut until she fell asleep. Tear stains wore themselves onto her pillowcase and no matter how hard she tried to wash them away, they stubbornly stayed, melancholy scars that reminded her daily of her sorrow and pain.
It wasn't easy to sleep, knowing that every day forward and all other tommorrows, you would be alone, because you had no heart to love and no one to love you in return.
The sun took pity on the girl and offered to be her heart during the night. And so every night, the sun will disappear and be taken into the girl's breast.
The girl was finally content. She could see the stars every night. She fell in love with their sparkingly innocence and the stars fell in love with the warmth she created with her burning heart.
They loved her so much that sometimes they shoot themsleves down to the Earth.
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This was how I explained natural phenomena at age 11.
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