I’m not sure where I am. If this sign is any indication, I must be close to the test fields, but I have no idea how I got here. To be quite honest I’m not even sure who I am, but that one I think I’d like to keep to myself.
All in Fiction
I’m not sure where I am. If this sign is any indication, I must be close to the test fields, but I have no idea how I got here. To be quite honest I’m not even sure who I am, but that one I think I’d like to keep to myself.
We rarely see something where someone admits to being wrong. It can give insight into preconceived notions, and perhaps even lead someone else to realize they were wrong about the same thing. Here is the first edition of what will hopefully become a recurring series here in BTSB. It’s called “I Was Wrong About…”
My name is Voyager. I'm a space probe born in Jet Propulsion Laboratory in Pasadena, California. Today is September 5th, 1977 – the day of my launch. I can't tell you how excited I am. I've been preparing for this my whole life, dreaming of the moment of lift-off.
We have come far. Many of us are fulfilling our dreams. We got away. We are mothers, fathers, soldiers, unemployed and students. Some of us get lost. We succeed.