Asatu stood in the garden. Night had come. It was dark. She was looking up at the sky. “What are you looking at?” her father asked.

“I’m looking at the stars,” Asatu said. “How many are there?” “More than we can count,” he answered.

“The sun is a star,” Asatu said. “We learned that in school.” “That’s true.” He held up the lantern. He pointed to the flame. “The sun is a star. Stars are giant balls of fire.” “It’s too hot to fly to the sun,” Asatu said. "Our teacher says that the sun is too far away.” Her father nodded.

“I have a quiz for you,” he said. “Where do we live?” “That’s easy,” she said. “We live in Liberia. Liberia is in Africa.” “And where is Africa?” Asatu had to think. “On Earth!” she said.

“That’s right.” He put the lantern on the ground. He began walking around it. “Come and dance with me.” Asatu danced around him as he walked. “I am Earth. What are you?” he asked.

Asatu had to think. “I’m the moon!” she said. She pointed to the moon in the sky. “The moon goes around Earth,” she said. “Earth goes around the sun.”

“That’s right,” he said. “People have been to the moon. Maybe you can go to the moon someday. Now it is time to go to bed.”

Asatu fell asleep. She dreamed she was in a rocket. She was flying to the moon.