Username
Batterwitch
Pseudodragon name
Major Tom
Story
((tried to tell it in Major's eyes))
Everyone dreams of going to space at least once in their life. Sometimes it simply comes and goes, and occasionally it stays with someone for life. I'm one of those latter people. I grew up as a little, small psuedo that was simply fascinated with the idea of going up to space, caressing space with my claws and holding the stars in my palms. My parents knew this for a fact, and a lot of my gifts were to assist me in learning about space, and occasionally wrapped up in space themed paper. Hell, a large portion of my room was space themed. Glow in the dark stars on the ceiling. The planets, Sun and Moon painted onto my walls. I had a mini 'space fort', made of wood that looked like a UFO, and painted just like one. I would sit in there for HOURS, reading all my space-related literature that I had collected over the years.
One faithful year, when I was at roughly the age of sixteen, I received a letter inviting me on a tour. The tour would have normally been a large sum of money. However, one of the sweet and dear book store owners I commonly saw, sent the place offering the tour a sort of 'recommendation letter' for me. This tour was in a museum that dealt heavily with the history of space, and I quickly wrote back to them that I would accept.
The tour was absolutely stunning. Space crafts, space suits, samples of moon rocks, and so much more was in it, and at the end the tour-goers; mostly adults and older folks were there, but I saw a few little kids; got to see a film about how the Moon was supposedly formed. I heard plenty about the theory, but the film was a pleasant touch to the knowledge I already heard about.
Let's fast forward a bit. I was about twenty-two years old, my undying flame of space love still staying strong. I heard about the requirements for becoming an astronomer, and then an astronaut. On one hand. Astronomer; Ph.D in astronomy; takes about 5-7 years. Then postdoctoral research; 2-3 years. Finally, ability to solve complex problems, conduct research, accurately analyze data. Strong skills of math and science. Ability to work within a team. Knowledge of specific science-related software programs. The other hand. Astronaut; Bachelor's degree in either engineering, biological science, physical science, or mathematics. Minimum of 1,000 hours of pilot-in-command time in a jet aircraft. The ability to pass a space physical exam. Even though I still wanted to be an astronaut, an astronomer seemed simpler now. But, I decided to stay on the track of astronaut.
I got my pilot's license at about twenty-four or so, and then got my 1,000 hours in about five years. Twenty-nine. Had to get my bachelor's degree, went with engineering and finished in about four years. Thirty-three. Passed the physical exam. Joined the ranks of my heroes, as a commander/pilot. I felt like nothing could stop me and I was on the top of the world.
My first space ship flight was exhilarating. I was a pilot for it, but it didn't matter. I was so close to fulfilling my younger self's dream. I got offered to step out in space. So close. Out of the shuttle, floating while on a line connected to the ship. With shaky and space suit-covered clawed hands, I gently touched at the space around me. Caressing space with my claws. Then, I awkwardly cupped my hands together. Holding space in my palms. It was everything my child self had dreamed of.
GIF of space

Likes, Dislikes, Hobbies (( Extra #1 ))
Likes - Space, technology, big bags of cotton candy, the song Space Oddity by David Bowie (since the 'Major Tom' character is his namesake)
Dislikes - Loud music, (volume and music type; no heavy metal!) crickets, sticky marshmallows
Hobbies - Being a pilot on space missions, dabbling in computers, playing the electric violin
(( Extra #2 ))
(( might do art ))