I remember the first time I was informed that Pluto was no longer considered a planet.
I still can’t accept it.
When I was a little girl, I learned that song from Blue’s Clues that taught me the order of the planets, and Pluto was still a part of that song, even after it was demoted to a dwarf planet. When I was a little girl, Sailor Pluto was one of my favorite scouts from the Sailor Moon franchise.
So how am I supposed to rule her out of the same category Earth and Mars lie under? There technically isn’t even a Sailor Earth! (I mean, there’s a Protector of Earth, but come on—how are you supposed to know that, unless you understand Japanese, or look it up?)
I don’t care that she’s too small to be considered a planet (dude, she’s smaller than our own moon), or runs a different orbit around the sun. She’s been considered a part of our system for seventy-six years! How could we just drop her like she’s nothing? She’s still there, just hanging around, doing her own thing.
But for the last five years or so, she’s been out on her own.
Poor, little Pluto was a part of something bigger than herself, and yet, a bunch of random specimen on one of the planets decided she wasn’t a part of our rather large unit. And you all just accepted that? How could you not consider her a part of us?
Well, I can’t accept that. I can’t just play along, and say that Pluto isn’t a planet. She’s more than just another star in our sky; she is a force.
A slow force, I’ll admit—but a force nonetheless.
Please don’t count her out; let her move at her own pace, and take the course she was meant to. Yeah, she’s a little different than the rest, but why can’t everybody just accept her for what she is: a beautiful, little planet.
Prompt: Write about something that has to do with our solar system.