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Blast Off Hundreds of sandwich's were piled in a bag. Tossing the last one in, I made a check on the list. "Crew, check the battery one last time," I demanded. "It's good sir," They responded. Hopping in to my ginormous white suit that would allow me to breath in space, I hurried into the rocket. Now I really looked like an astronaut. I felt so energetic to be going to space but also sick to my stomach at the same time. I heard the countdown start,"Ten, nine, eight..." It felt like a bomb was ticking of the seconds to my existence. And I was off!