draft for project 2

In my childhood playroom. Flying through space, in a rocket with my copilots next to me, stuffed animals to the average person but ace pilots ready for mars landings in my mind. Coming into my room opened up a new realm each time for my mind to explore. This time the vast vacuum of space set the scene, the dangers of lego meteors that flew past my cardboard spaceship filled me with excitement and angst for my sole mission was to get my crew to our destination safe and sound. The love for exploration and adventure overpowered the fear of the dangers of space.

Hiking deep through the deserts of the arid Sahara my lips are parched and my canteen runs dry. Making my way through the harsh climate over the plush blankets that make up the mountainous sand dunes and the fan that felt like a 100 MPH wind that whipped across the land blew me back. Alone I climbed and tried to make it back to our base, only static on the radio and my group of stuffed animals in the corner to represent my comrades at my home base that contained all my resupply material. as I climb the mountain of blankets the reality is shattered by my mom calling me for dinner. But the adventure is far from over, merely postponed

Sitting out back on a lake in a swing with my parents, sunset over the horizon and my mom and dad at my sides. Jobs became a thing of fiction, only time to spend together full of love and affection. With all the time in the world and a never ending sunset to enjoy with the people who worked so hard to provide for me I had no complaints in the world.. I could live in that reality forever and bath in that endless euphoria for all of time.