My Childhood.
I think you've ruined it forever. It started so adorable, what with the stars and all, and then quickly you thrashed all aspects of innocence into the void from whence they came, and destroyed the child-like cheer that had overcome me at this point, only to bring about a terrifying climax of generous violence the likes of which are only seen through the eyes of a mad man, and eliminated any sense of wonder in the truly mysterious nature of shooting stars, by killing one before its prime.
And for that, I thank you, bro.