When I wanted to grow up, I wanted to be a Fireman. When I wanted to be a Fireman, no one called them Firefighters. The day our apartment burned, that little boy was thrilled to see the fire truck. When Alan Shepard flew into space on top of a rocket, (a rocket that may have exploded at any time), I forgot all about wanting to be a fireman. I wanted to be an astronaut, when I grew up. It took the better part of two decades to let that one go... assuming I've let go entirely. In 1964, I wanted to be a Rock Star, (while waiting to be selected for the astronaut corps).
The sky is half my world; the part that hardly changes, regardless of where I find myself.