On Friday the 22nd of November, feeling curious and scared, I jumped into the shiny metallic space shuttle ready to blast off to the moon.
I was sat there in my space suit, squashed up against everyone. I was feeling very claustrophobic. There were lots of us; it was hot and uncomfy. It was still hard to believe that we were going to be the first children in space. Looking out of the window I saw stars, comets and planets floating by, like when people have food fights and the food goes shooting all over. I felt so scared, but also quite confident, after all we had had so much tiring training before going. I COULDN’T WAIT TO GET THERE!!!
Finally after exactly 9hours, 12 minutes and 46 seconds we were there. We had reached the moon! Immediately everyone started shouting and screaming. Rachel, my best friend, asked me if I was excited. Next it was announced that we would stay inside the shuttle for lunch then get out. Then everyone wondered what we would have for lunch.
At lunchtime we had very small, flat sandwiches in tubes, we couldn’t eat normal food as it would float away because there isn’t as much gravity on the moon. Next our instructor said that we would go onto the moon. We all lined up at the door, floating about because of no gravity.
As I stepped out of the shuttle I felt really strange and weird but excited all the same. BOUNCE, BOING, BANG!!! I tripped on a moon rock. We were allowed to find a rock each to take home. I chose a shiny, blue one.
After we could explore for an hour to find aliens; they were squashy and weird. I knew I wouldn’t want to leave.
I didn’t want to leave at all and wished I could stay longer but knew I had to get back to Earth, so I took one more look at the rocky, white moon and stepped back into the shuttle. At 8pm the following Wednesday we arrived back home. Many people watched us so I felt we were superstars. “That was so cool” Rachel told me, beaming. I know she wanted to go back just like me.