My own self

So, we're walking over to my grandparents' (on my dad's side) house, who live a walk the shorter side of half an hour away from my parents, me and my little ten-year-old sister, when she looks up on the night-sky (it's November, so there's night-sky at five in the afternoon) and goes "It looks round."
I reply that that's 'cause it is, and how the sky is another ball around the ball we live on, assuming she knows the basics of our living on a round ball-like planet. And she replies "So, all the countries, they have their own skies?"
I quickly figure out, my sister has never grasped the difference between countries and planets - a little shocking, considering her age, to my mind, but then again, what do I know of the average ten-year-old's grasp of the world. Anyway, she thought Norway was one round place where there lived people, and other places (like "Africa", which was her example) were other "round places". Stumbling my way through explaining the concept of planets in terms she can understand, I feel like she's maybe getting it now, and then we continue walking. Then she goes "is there people on the other planets as well, then?" And I say that, no, not that we know off, 'cause the planets are so far out in space we can't go there. After a digression - on her accord - on the possibility of aliens (and me feeling relieved I explained this well enough she knew where the aliens would enter on the picture) - she marvels on how we can't visit these other planets, she thinks that's really strange. I repeat my attempt at trying to explain the extreme distance and the like, and then I throw in a comment on how there have been people on the moon, so we've gotten that far. She goes "Really? On the moon?" She points at it, and I nod. She continues.
"Coooool. Do you know anyone who's been there?"


I love my sister. I really, truly, totally do.