SPACE CAMP

I remember going to space camp.  I remember the other kids that were there with me.  I remember orientation and getting assigned to a space ship.  I remember my crew and the brave faces they put on when we received our mission.  I remember being the pilot.  I remember my captain.  I remember being nervous when she talked to me about what route we were taking.  I remember her touching me and telling me that I was good at flying the ship.  I remember things going wrong.  I remember being attacked by enemy fighters.  I remember my captain yelling at me to do evasive maneuvers.  I remember panicking.  I remember being trapped and then boarded by aliens.  I remember being shot at. I remember her getting taken hostage.  I remember pain from the laser hitting me in the leg as I watched them drag her away.  I remember confusion, anger and frustration as the surviving crew realized what had just happened.  I remember the first officer taking command and organizing a rescue mission.  I remember climbing back into my chair touching the controls of the ship.  I remember flying the ship once again, but this time she was crippled and difficult to control.  I remember landing on enemy grounds.  I remember being a part of the rescue team.  I remember not getting a phaser because I wasn't a security guard.  I remember sneaking into the base and rescuing the captain.  I remember picking up a phaser from a dead alien and joining the fight.  I remember escorting her back the the ship were she was in command once again.  I remember finishing the mission.  I remember flying my cripple space ship back to control.  I remember the captain thanking me for rescuing her.  I remember her telling me how brave I was.  I remember a soft warm hug and a peck on my cheek as she said goodbye.  I remember wishing that camp wasn't over.  I was 10 years old and desperately remember wishing that space ships and aliens were real just so I could have an adventure for a little while longer.  I wish I was 10 again.