When I was 8 years old, it was dream to go to space. I remember vividly how I imagined it
You went into the spaceship as your saying goodbye to your family. The spaceship blasts off, puffing smoke onto the ground and the pressure pushes you back into your seat and your eyes tear. After minutes you unbuckle your seat belt and gently float around alone in your ship, peacefully admiring the lack of gravity. After an hour or so you reach the atmosphere of the moon. You get on your heavy spacesuit and get on the teather. As you step out the door, the gravity lifts you up as you gently push off floating Away like a free balloon. I helplessly continue forward as I look to the stars. I face the beautiful moon that I talked to down on earth. I admire her beauty. Im pulled back from the teather, get back in, and land. I float down as I hop of the ship. I ?feel the moons solid state of material. I place some in a plastic bag to actually feel later. I can could still feel the presence of the moons power. My footprints stain the the moon. And I walk toward the American flag placed there to put a rainbow flag next to it(I actually didnt know I was bisexual during this time so I just wanted a rainbow flag)