A Trip to the Moon

I was just a little flicker of light in a big, dark room. Flicker, flicker, flicker. Pictures danced on a wall, all without a single sound. I showed people something they had never seen before. I showed them a pointy rocket ship, bright shining stars, and a big, friendly moon with a funny face. It was a wonderful, magical adventure. I am a movie, one of the very first to tell a story. My name is A Trip to the Moon.

My maker was a wonderful man who was like a magician. His name was Georges Méliès. A long, long time ago, on September 1st, 1902, he wanted to show everyone in Paris, France a magical adventure. He painted big, beautiful backdrops of sparkling space. He painted the moon's surface with giant mushrooms. He even made funny costumes for the moon-people, called Selenites, who bounced all around. He used his camera like a magic wand. He made my rocket ship fly, fly, fly through the sky and land right in the Man in the Moon's eye. Boink. It was a silly, happy trick that made everyone giggle.

When people saw me for the first time, they gasped and smiled. Wow. I was a silent movie, so there was no talking. But that was okay. A piano would play happy music while they watched my story. People tapped their feet to the music. I showed everyone that movies could be more than just pictures. They could be big, exciting dreams that everyone could share. Even today, I make people smile and dream about flying to the stars. I remind everyone that with a little imagination, you can have the most amazing adventures.