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It was all choked in my heart and it wouldn't go away and it swam around in my eyes. I thought about my dreams.
The Moon Rocket. It won't be part of me, part of my dream any longer.
I'll be part of it. I felt small there, walking, walking, walking.
The afternoon rocket to London was just taking off as I went down the ramp to the office. It shivered the ground and it shivered and thrilled my heart. I was beginning to grow up awfully fast. I stood watching the rocket until someone snapped their heels, cracked me a quick salute.
I was numb.
"C. M. Christopher?"
"Yes, sir. Reporting, sir".
"This way, Christopher. Through that gate. "
Through that gate and beyond the fence ...
This fence where we had pressed our faces and felt the wind turn warm and held to the fence and forgot who we were or where we came from but dreamed of who we might be and where we might go ...