I can tell you the exact moment when I stopped looking up with a childlike wonder. I was on the beach in preschool, and just walking along the sand, enjoying m

I can tell you the exact moment when I stopped looking up with a childlike wonder. I was on the beach in preschool, and just walking along the sand, enjoying my day, and gazing at the sky, because what obstacles could there be on a flat, sandy beach? Well, apparently I stepped on a jellyfish or something. It was a big deal and everyone made a scene and I remember having no pain or ill effects from the thing at all. My foot was fine. But I never heard the end of the incident because my mom shamed me for years about staring up at the sky and not watching where I was going. So I basically developed a downcast gaze where I scrutinized every inch of the sidewalk as I strolled along. Sad.