I grew up in a large house at the highest point of my home city. When I was very young, I climbed the evergreen tree next our home, and I wished upon a star. As I laid cradled at the top most branches near dusk, I waited and watched, as my bright new star appeared directly overhead, and I wished upon it, "Star light, star bright, first star I see tonight. I wish I may, I wish I might, I wish this wish would come true tonight. I wish — I was as Superman!"

On the second night, I sat ready, cradled and held in the top most branches of the evergreen, as if in a giants hand; comfortable and at ease, and I wished, "Star light, star bright, first star I see tonight. I wish I may, I wish I might, I wish this wish would come true tonight. I wish — I was the king of the world!"

On the third evening, I brought a flashlight with me; I waited and watched for my new star, the first and the brightest in the sky, and when it appeared, I wished, "Star light, star bright, first star I see tonight. I wish I may, I wish I might, I wish this wish would come true tonight. I wish — I knew everything!"