The End is Nigh
We were maybe 7 or 8, looking up through the skylight at the stars well after lights out. I don’t even remember what I said (something along the lines of “there could be a meteor coming to wipe out our planet RIGHT. NOW.”) but apparently it was horrifying enough to send all ~10 girls into genuine hysterics.
Every one of them ran to the birthday girl’s parents’ bedroom, bawling. They both had work in the morning and it took about 3 hours to get everyone to stop crying, distract them from their own mortality, and get em back down for bed.
It’s been almost two decades and I could still crawl into my little Barbie sleeping bag and die thinking about it. kshwixt