Iâll stick around and watch. Youâre the best team at Space Camp!â
âYou got that right, maâam!â Rico said proudly.
âOur first simulation is the Space Shot,â Samantha said. âSince weâve been talking with Astronaut Washington about really going into space, this is the perfect time to experience it.â
âWhy donât you ride with us?â Jerome suggested to Ms. Washington. âSince you havenât really been in space, maybe you can use this for practice.â
âOh, Iâve had plenty of practiceâin simulators that make this one look like a Pogo Stick, but sure, Iâll experience it with you.â
They walked over to the Space Shot, which had padded seats surrounding a very tall pole. Each team member, and Ms. Washington as well, climbed into a seat, got strapped in, and prepared to be shot 140 feet straight up into the air in an instant.
âYouâll feel four gâs of force as you go up, youâll be weightless for about two seconds, and then youâll rush back to the ground in what feels like a free fall,â she explained to Ziggy, who was strapped to the seat next to her. âAre you ready?â
Ziggy nodded, but he looked worried. Suddenly, WHOOSH! The seats were launched into the air, and Ziggy didnât even have time to scream. His hair went straight up as his body rushed straight down. By the time they landed, he had found his voice. âZowie! I have found my destiny! Letâs do it again!â
Samantha, watching from the ground and holding everyoneâs glasses and flip-flops, let them ride a second time. This time, Ziggy managed to scream before the air was forced from his lungs.
âWhee! You are really lucky, Ms. Washington,â hesaid to her as they were being unstrapped, âto get to do cool stuff like this every day.â
âNot all of it is rides in simulators like this. We have to do math and science calculations and lots of reading as well,â she explained as they were unlatched from the seat and headed back to the cafeteria.
âDid they teach you about the monkeynauts in space school?â Neil asked. His red spiked hair seemed to stand up even higher after the Space Shot simulator ride.
Alan, whose hair matched his brotherâs wind-tossed spikes, added, âZiggy thinks the monkeys were really space creatures in disguise.â He laughed a little and tried to make his voice sound like he doubted Ziggy, but he looked directly at the astronaut as he spoke.
âI donât think Abel and Baker were Martians, if thatâs what youâre asking,â she replied with sincerity. âThey were just little monkeys who helped us figure out how to live outside the boundaries of this earth.â
âSo who takes the bananas?â Rico asked. âZiggy thinks that aliens are to blame.â
âHey, mon! Everybody keeps saying what Ziggy thinks, mon, and making me sound like Iâm wacked!â He looked around and grinned. âWell, maybe I am, but suppose Iâm right? Suppose the bananas really are being eaten by the space creatures that live in the giant shuttle in Rocket Park. What if what we think are just skinny brown squirrels are really spacemen checking us out? Suppose nothing is as it seems and Iâm right?â
No one answered for a moment.
Finally Ms. Washington took a deep breath and spoke. âLetâs all sit down for a momentâright here on the grass. Is that okay, Samantha?â
Samantha nodded, looking as interested as the kids.
Ms. Washington began, âYou are a dreamer, Ziggy, and thatâs probably the best thing in the world you can be. All young people should have imaginations like yours. Itâs always been dreamers who change the world by making new and wonderful discoveries.â
Cubby raised his hand, as if he were in school. âYoumean like Christopher Columbus and Galileo?â
âYes.