Open skies beckon in something broader. I always loved space. I’m so lucky to be alive in the time of its exploration. The moon landing! Could you believe it? I knew it was only the beginning. Of course, I also love history, I teach it, in fact. But now I’m about to make it. Everything’s in a blur. I’m excited, nervous, everything you would expect to be. Oh this is amazing. I look back as I board, realizing how far away I’m going to be from the ground. How serene it must be. Well, I guess I’ll find out. I close my eyes to breathe as everything goes on around me. All of a sudden we’re being launched. This is something of my dream, to be the first teacher in space, on the Challenger. Open skies beckon in… (I’m sorry. I’m not good at poetry so this is just me writing and not a real poem, but I still wanted to use the prompt.)