Suspension of Disbelief
Then there was the time that my older brother
asked me very earnestly, "You want to become
an Astronaut?" It was 1964. i was another
month from being five years old. This zero gravity sum
game was my fervent daydream. Forever a
wish-fool American dreamer, "Sure!" was my lemming
reply. "All astronauts need to go through a plethora
of training to prepare them for long stints in dark, hemming
space conditions. This aluminum trash can will be your
command module," he cheerfully announced. "How long shall
i train today?" my reply. "At least 'til lunch, maybe more."
"i'd better pack provisions," i said, and readied my Space Ghost pail.
Later, i knew, after sitting in dark space for hours on end,
the folly of choosing glory over going out to play with a friend.
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