I have great childhood memories of watching shooting stars. I spent summers with my Dad in upstate New York, in the middle of nowhere where the sky is full of billions and billions of stars. This time of year is particularly good for watching shooting stars, so we often got to see lots of them. That certainly contributed to my desire to be an astronaut. (Later I learned that my motion sickness and inability to understand differential calculus would prohibit that dream, but I still adore the stars.)
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