10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1, lift off... and I was in Space.When I was a kid, I'd think that going to space was very easy, all it took was some good contact with people wearing a white bodysuit/an American flag and that's it. 10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1, Blast off... Space was far.Then as I grew up, people started being logical to me and I thought that folks in a white bodysuit were nothing but a folklore. And after having entered my teenage, I knew that even if these lucky chaps exist, I and my life has nothing to do with ever getting to meet them, let alone to be one among them.
But then, it was only yesterday when my dream of reaching out to space again started seeming possible to me and the reason behind this will only entertain, not disappoint you.10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1... Go read!
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