My grandmother was born in 1896. The only means of
transportation then was horse and carriage/wagon, a bicycle, a train, or boats. The
automobile hadn’t hit it big yet, and the airplane was yet to come. When she
died in 1980, she’d seen the advent of passenger planes and man walking on the
moon.
Today, we have so many options to travel from one place to
another. Hubs and I prefer driving to air travel. We like the slower pace, the
luxury of stopping where and when we want. But, if we need to get somewhere in
a hurry, we’re willing to take advantage of air travel. Sure, it can be a pain with
the limits on luggage and the thorough searching of passengers and their
carry-ons. Still, I’m glad those restrictions and searches are in place to protect
all of us.
I’ve been fascinated by space travel ever since I was in
grade school. Satellites and rockets. Alan Shepard and John Glenn were my
heroes, followed closely by Neil Armstrong, Buzz Aldrin, and Michael Collins. Some
nights, we can even see the International Space Station. And Space X will be
offering trips into space for civilians.
When my two-year-old granddaughter is an adult, the options
will be phenomenal. If so much changed in my grandmother’s lifetime and mine,
imagine what Toddler Girl will experience. Will she travel to a settlement on
the moon or Mars? Will scientists discover wormholes that can take her out of our
solar system? Better yet, will they invent teleportation and she’ll get beamed
from one side of our country to another?
Imagining the possibilities is why I write science fiction.
My belief in love and happy ever after is why I include romance.
What possibilities do you see (or want to see) for your
grandchildren?
