When I was little and long car rides were still comfortable, we would drive four hours south to see my grandparents who lived in Athens, Ohio away from city lights. Sometimes these drives would happen on Friday nights after my parents got out of work. I would look up through the back window and stare at the stars and wonder what was out there.
See, 90s kids had a great space childhood. In 3rd grade I remember making shadow boxes so we could “watch” the solar eclipse. In 4th grade I had an entire scrapbook of newspaper clippings with the headline Comet Hits Jupiter. I was so fascinated by the giant planet with the swirling red spot.
As I got older my interest in space continued. One of my favorite memories I have of being at my grandparents house is the night my grandma asked me to go outside with her to see the comet. I remember it was a clear night and the air was crisp. The brightness of the comet dimmed the outlying stars. My Grandma and I looked up as she told me how lucky we were to see such an event and the amount of time until the next one.
It’s one of my favorite memories because there was a while we stood there, not saying a word, just taking it all in. I know we were both thinking the same thing. Thinking about how small we are but also knowing how extraordinary this all is.
I'm Jackie, an artist, illustrator, and friend to ghosts, monsters, and aliens. This blog is full of DIY projects, stories, and things I think are cool. Stay weird.