Space Tourist
By Emily [me]
I felt so excited, I could almost hear my
own heart leaping out of my chest. Why? Today was the day I would be going to
outer space! I couldn’t wait. All those days of training would finally pay off.
You see, I’ve been training hard for the last few days in order to prepare
going up in outer space. It was the hardest moments of my life, but it was definitely
worth it. To explore a place beyond Earth? Even for a few hours? I’d definitely
take a chance. I remember my very first day of training. The feeling of
excitement, knowing that I would be going to outer space, that rush of
adrenaline, ready to take on whatever was in my way. But there was also one
more feeling I got while waiting for my trainer to arrive. That feeling of
worry. Worrying that I wouldn’t be good enough, that I would fail the training,
and that I’d lose the privilege to go to space. I was very scared, but I soon shook
off the feeling once I met my trainer. My trainer was a very friendly, middle-aged
woman whose name was Andromeda. We shook hands and introduced ourselves. After
that, Andromeda led me to a big room with lots of machines and other devices. That
was where my training began. In the middle of the room, there was a huge,
silver, circular machine with a small, black seat in the middle. I was placed
onto the seat and was tightly strapped on. At first I didn’t know what was
going on until my trainer explained to me that this part of the training would
be to help me understand what the feeling would be as I leave the Earth’s atmosphere,
and to get me used to the rapid movement of spinning. I tried to ask a
question, but the machine had already sprung to life. The spinning started slowly,
and then gradually got faster and faster. I was whipped around and tossed like
I was weightless. I felt sick as I clutched my straps for dear life. After the rattling
ride ended, I hobbled down from the seat and got a five minute break to catch
my breath. After I relaxed a little, Andromeda told me what my next training
lesson would be about. I listened to her, as she explained to me that another
part of the training would be to help me get used to living in tight
spaces. I was put in a small room made entirely
out of metal. It contained a small table in the middle of the room. There was a
small opening in one of the walls that contained a sleeping bag and a rather
fluffy pillow. As my trainer showed me around, the only things I recognized were
a small window, a few buttons and cords, and a short cabinet. Other than that,
there was really nothing in the room. My trainer told me that I would be shut
in this room for two hours. There wasn't much to do in there so I tried to take
a nap. I crawled inside the narrow opening and strapped myself down inside the
sleeping bag. It was very comfortable and I soon dozed off. Andromeda came back
exactly on time and woke me up. As I rubbed my eyes, I could see her smiling a
bit. I wondered why. Was I snoring? Drooling? That would’ve been very embarrassing!
But I hid my blushed face from her as she led me down again to a hallway and I
was introduced to my final training lesson. It was unusual, but I guessed it
was supposed to be unusual for a good reason. I was given a change room to
change in and with the help of my trainer, I put on a massive spacesuit, three
times my size and I wobbled over to a shallow swimming pool. I asked her why I
would be swimming in a spacesuit, and she explained to me that in water, it is
almost the same thing as being in no gravity. She told me that this experience
would allow me to get used to wearing a space suit in outer space without
gravity. I wasn’t exactly prepared, and I was tripped face-first into the
water, but I soon got up and started to trudge through the water to the other
end of the pool. It felt like walking in mud! It was very hard to move, but I
soon got the hang of it. Andromeda was so proud of me, and it felt great to
accomplish something I worked hard for. Back in reality, I board the spacecraft
that would carry me to outer space. I strap myself onto a seat and remember my
first training lesson. I remember the rapid spinning and brace myself for the
feeling again as the spacecraft rumbles. I wave good-bye to my family and
Andromeda, and squeeze my eyes tightly. The countdown ends, and I feel myself
spinning and spinning…to outer space.
The End.
