1. As soon as I found out that I might actually get to travel to space, I would freak out. we're talking running around the house shouting at th top of my lungs, people. Thios is no joke.
2. As soon as possible I'd sprint down to NASA or whatever the Canadian equivalent is. If, that is, NASA is only the US's space agency. Anyways, I'd run down to my local space station and demand some training. I don't know anything about life in space!
3. In the weeks and days before my departure, I'd visit all of my family and friends. Because as much as I hate to admit it, my mother's right when she says that I potentially won't make it back.
4. When the big day arrived, I'd travel as quickly as I could to the rocket. Then I'd jump in the rocket ship, whip out my phone, and snap a selfie. Now THAT would be a keeper on snapchat.
5. And then, finally... I'd be in space. The dream would have come true, and there'd be nothing more for me to do besides revel in the glory of it all. Screw whatever work I'm supposed to be doing.
6.My first day in space, I'd go completely wild. I'd bounce around the walls. I'd challenge my peers to a round of zero-g dodgeball. I'd squirt bubbles of water into the air and watch them form little bubbles. I'd whip out a nerf-gun and shoot a dart 100 yards across the station. I'd throw a ball, then jump off a wall and try to catch up to it, floating through the air. I would wreck zero-g havoc.
7. My second day, I'd work on my next goal; internet fame. Remember Chris Hadfield? That dude made a half dozen videos, and suddenly he the hero of all Canadians. Seriously, I had people running around in my school saying "Chris Hadfield for Prime Minister!" If I'm being perfectly honest with you, then you should know I was one of them.
8. In the next few weeks, I would achieve world domination. Then I could look out of the ISS down on earth, and think "that's mine now." I would take over the world without even stepping foot on it's soil.
9. When it was time to go back down, I would do so bitterly. But...
10. WIth the money I'd receive as a celebrity, I'd buy myself another ticket to space, and become a space tourist. The entire cycle would repeat itself.
11. And finally, I would write a best-selling book about my experiences in space, thus completing two dreams in one shot.
One day, when space travel somehow becomes affordable, I'm going to buy myself my own space station, and I'll live in space. And then, when the time is right, I'll colonize pluto and claim it for my own. Yes, my friends, I have dreams for world domination. Better get on my good side now.
Thanks for reading,
-Mark
(A note- I'm writing this on my Ipad's keyboard, on the blogger app, and one of those two things isn't picking up spelling errors. I apologize if this post is riddled with them, but I promise I'll clean them up as soon as I get my hands on a better writing device).
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