Blast Off

We were strapped in ready for take-off, the engines churning all around us. We'd longed for this moment, but when it came we were scared rigid, wondering if we'd survive. "Countdown to take-off!" the captain roared. Gritting our teeth we made ready. pushed hard into our seatbacks with stomachs turning cartwheels we were off at last! bright lights and bogus noises surging from under the blankets. There was a wobble and a whistle, the signals to burst out at warp speed. Our bodies felt the rush, the rumble and finally the jolt of the touch down. "Look out the peephole! We're on the moon!" the captain cried. And sure enough, we weren't in Kansas anymore. The moonscape was strangely full of familiar looking objects, Grandma's afghan flowing like a river, what looked like the pillows from Jimmy's bed, crumpled like space debris, and my school project, a volcano puffing out baking powder. Yep, this was the moon alright. "Imaginations still intact," Jimmy yelled, "but how are we gonna get home?"