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When I was a kid, I wanted to fly. I thought Superman was the best thing since sliced bread and did everything in my power to be just like him. I also had a few close calls with trying to jump off the roof. Luckily, my mom always caught me just in time. When I got a bit older, I decided that flying was a bit safer in an airplane. So, I built myself a plane out of a cardboard box, drew on some airspeed indicators and fuel gauges, and then tried to get the thing off the ground. I was so disappointed when it wouldn’t budge. I can still remember crying over my poor broken airplane.

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