From the time I was about 3 years old, I wanted to be an astronaut. My father had taken me to the grocery store, and bought me a balloon. When we got out to the parking lot, I lost hold of the string and it floated away. I was upset, so my father told me that it was going to the moon. From then on, I wanted to go to the moon. I had these amazing visions of the millions of balloons floating around up there, and tiny little me bouncing around collecting them all. Hooray!
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