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Men in SpaceThe first man in space went up with a terrified determination. He couldn't know if he would come back, or even if he would leave the atmosphere, or even if he would leave the launch pad. There were tests and animals and a lot of sacrifices, but there was never a certainty that men were supposed to venture into space and come back alive. He was ordered to be a hero and pressured to be brave, and so he put up a face for the world to see on large propaganda posters. No one knows what went on inside his head, maybe not even he himself.
When he went up there, to the great last frontier, he was at once the loneliest and the most famous man alive and what he saw was beyond description. He could not contain the raw emotion he felt at seeing the earth. It was light and darkness, cold and heat, a space without end. He screamed into the microphone of his large helmet and described the surface of his planet, overjoyed and crazed and barely able to address the people on the other side as his superi
Bo.When Lindsay was born, Bo was there. Standing beside her mother, he was the first thing she ever saw. But he was not her father; her father stood on the other side.
Bo was there until the very moment she died.
The sun shone bright through the windows of her pink-laden room. She loved pink. And black.
“Because Bo is black,” she’d told her parents.
Her imaginary friend, they soon concluded.
“Bo is all black,” she described one night as her father tucked her in, “His skin and his hair and everything. He doesn’t talk a lot.”
Her father frowned.
“He sounds scary.”
“He’s not,” she insisted.
Bo sat on the bed and said nothing.
Her father kissed her good night and turned out the light.
“Why can’t Dad see you?” she asked.
“Are you real?”
“Are you real?” he replied.
“How do you know?”
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