July 8th, 2011. I was four years old, watching the Final Flight of Atlantis, the Shuttle Program's final mission, on a bridge on the Space Coast. The ground rumbled and the air vibrated, the sound waves coursing through the crowd as 171,000 pounds of science oppose gravity and soar into space. Only a few years later, during a school field trip, I stepped into Kennedy Space Center for the first time. In the Lunar Theatre of the Saturn V building, during the recreation of the last few minutes of the Apollo 11 landing, I felt the hairs on my arms and the back of my neck lift at the words: "Houston, uh, Tranquility Base here. The Eagle has landed." My classmates didn't understand, weren't enthralled like I was. Throughout the rest of the day, my chest pounded as I roamed through the exhibits, a new fire ignited in my heart. November 16, 2022. Eleven years later, now fifteen, I was watching the first flight of Artemis, humanity's return to lunar exploration, on the same bridge in Titusville. Throughout four months it was scrubbed time and time again, but I went to the Miracle City for every attempt. Finally, at 1:47 in the morning on the third try, the sky was blazing as bright as the first rays of the sun, as bright as the fire that had been dwelling in my soul, flags filling the air as the rocket lifted off and over 5.7 million pounds of hard work and dreams were battling to get past Earth’s atmosphere. I was enchanted at the sight, the idea settling in my brain to work on such magic in my future. July 25th, 2024. My plane touched down at the airport in Houston. I had worked vigorously and saved every penny from the moment I learned of this opportunity. After months of perseverance, I was able to cover the Envision Experience's Aerospace Academy's entire cost. I stepped into Johnson Space Center for the first time. In the Apollo Mission Control Center, my skin shuddered with familiar goosebumps as they recreated the last few minutes of the Apollo 11 landing. Unlike my past experiences, I was no longer alone in my passion for the stars. Looking around at my newfound friends, all kids my age who had worked for this same experience, I could see the same fire in their eyes that had been burning inside me for years. September 9th, 2024. I had fought for my spot as a High School Intern for Lockheed Martin. Through the interview process, background check, and a drug screening, I made it. Now, a manufacturing engineer, my team quickly accepted me. After a few introductory meetings, my cube mates and neighbors were eager to get me down on the floor. They showed me around the factory, letting me shadow them. I received my first assignments, learning how to design and model my ideas in Creo, looking through engineering drawings, and verifying the notes. The flame in my heart has never been more illuminated, and it seems it can only burn brighter as I continue my journey. I was born too late to see the first man on the moon. So I decided on a new objective, to help humanity get to Mars.

July 8th, 2011. I was four years old, watching the Final Flight of Atlantis, the Shuttle Program's final mission, on a bridge on the Space Coast. The ground rumbled and the air vibrated, the sound waves coursing through the crowd as 171,000 pounds of science oppose gravity and soar into space. Only a few years later, during a school field trip, I stepped into Kennedy Space Center for the first time. In the Lunar Theatre of the Saturn V building, during the recreation of the last few minutes of the Apollo 11 landing, I felt the hairs on my arms and the back of my neck lift at the words: "Houston, uh, Tranquility Base here. The Eagle has landed." My classmates didn't understand, weren't enthralled like I was. Throughout the rest of the day, my chest pounded as I roamed through the exhibits, a new fire ignited in my heart. September 9th, 2024. I had fought for my spot as a High School Intern for Lockheed Martin. Through the interview process, background check, and a drug screening, I made it. Now, a manufacturing engineer, my team quickly accepted me. After a few introductory meetings, my cube mates and neighbors were eager to get me down on the floor. They showed me around the factory, letting me shadow them. I received my first assignments, learning how to design and model my ideas in Creo, looking through engineering drawings, and verifying the notes. The flame in my heart has never been more illuminated, and it seems it can only burn brighter as I continue my journey. I was born too late to see the first man on the moon. So I decided on a new objective, to help humanity get to Mars.

July 8th, 2011. I was four years old, watching the Final Flight of Atlantis, the Shuttle Program's final mission, on a bridge on the Space Coast. The ground rumbled and the air vibrated, the sound waves coursing through the crowd as 171,000 pounds of science oppose gravity and soar into space. Only a few years later, during a school field trip, I stepped into Kennedy Space Center for the first time. In the Lunar Theatre of the Saturn V building, during the recreation of the last few minutes of the Apollo 11 landing, I felt the hairs on my arms and the back of my neck lift at the words: "Houston, uh, Tranquility Base here. The Eagle has landed." My classmates didn't understand, weren't enthralled like I was. Throughout the rest of the day, my chest pounded as I roamed through the exhibits, a new fire ignited in my heart. November 16, 2022. Eleven years later, now fifteen, I was watching the first flight of Artemis, humanity's return to lunar exploration, on the same bridge in Titusville. Throughout four months it was scrubbed time and time again, but I went to the Miracle City for every attempt. Finally, at 1:47 in the morning on the third try, the sky was blazing as bright as the first rays of the sun, as bright as the fire that had been dwelling in my soul, flags filling the air as the rocket lifted off and over 5.7 million pounds of hard work and dreams were battling to get past Earth’s atmosphere. I was enchanted at the sight, the idea settling in my brain to work on such magic in my future. July 25th, 2024. My plane touched down at the airport in Houston. I had worked vigorously and saved every penny from the moment I learned of this opportunity. After months of perseverance, I was able to cover Envision Experience's Aerospace Academy's entire cost. I stepped into Johnson Space Center for the first time. In the Apollo Mission Control Center, my skin shuddered with familiar goosebumps as they recreated the last few minutes of the Apollo 11 landing. Unlike my past experiences, I was no longer alone in my passion for the stars. Looking around at my newfound friends, all kids my age who had worked for this same experience, I could see the same fire in their eyes that had been burning inside me for years. September 9th, 2024. I had fought for my spot as a High School Intern for Lockheed Martin. Through the interview process, background check, and a drug screening, I made it. Now, a manufacturing engineer, my team quickly accepted me. After a few introductory meetings, my cube mates and neighbors were eager to get me down on the floor. They showed me around the factory, letting me shadow them. I received my first assignments, learning how to design and model my ideas in Creo, looking through engineering drawings, and verifying the notes. The flame in my heart has never been more illuminated, and it seems it can only burn brighter as I continue my journey. I was born too late to see the first man on the moon. So I decided on a new objective, to help humanity get to Mars.

July 8th, 2011. I was four years old, watching the Final Flight of Atlantis, the Shuttle Program's final mission, on a bridge on the Space Coast. The ground rumbled and the air vibrated, the sound waves coursing through the crowd as 171,000 pounds of science oppose gravity and soar into space. Only a few years later, during a school field trip, I stepped into Kennedy Space Center for the first time. In the Lunar Theatre of the Saturn V building, during the recreation of the last few minutes of the Apollo 11 landing, I felt the hairs on my arms and the back of my neck lift at the words: "Houston, uh, Tranquility Base here. The Eagle has landed." My classmates didn't understand, weren't enthralled like I was. Throughout the rest of the day, my chest pounded as I roamed through the exhibits, a new fire ignited in my heart. November 16, 2022. Eleven years later, now fifteen, I was watching the first flight of Artemis, humanity's return to lunar exploration, on the same bridge in Titusville. Throughout four months it was scrubbed time and time again, but I went to the Miracle City for every attempt. Finally, at 1:47 in the morning on the third try, the sky was blazing as bright as the first rays of the sun, as bright as the fire that had been dwelling in my soul, flags filling the air as the rocket lifted off and over 5.7 million pounds of hard work and dreams were battling to get past Earth’s atmosphere. I was enchanted at the sight, the idea settling in my brain to work on such magic in my future. July 25th, 2024. My plane touched down at the airport in Houston. I had worked vigorously and saved every penny from the moment I learned of this opportunity. After months of perseverance, I was able to cover Envision Experience's Aerospace Academy's entire cost. I stepped into Johnson Space Center for the first time. In the Apollo Mission Control Center, my skin shuddered with familiar goosebumps as they recreated the last few minutes of the Apollo 11 landing. Unlike my past experiences, I was no longer alone in my passion for the stars. Looking around at my newfound friends, all kids my age who had worked for this same experience, I could see the same fire in their eyes that had been burning inside me for years. September 9th, 2024. I had fought for my spot as a High School Intern for Lockheed Martin. Through the interview process, background check, and a drug screening, I made it. Now, a manufacturing engineer, my team quickly accepted me. After a few introductory meetings, my cube mates and neighbors were eager to get me down on the floor. They showed me around the factory, letting me shadow them. I received my first assignments, learning how to design and model my ideas in Creo, looking through engineering drawings, and verifying the notes. The flame in my heart has never been more illuminated, and it seems it can only burn brighter as I continue my journey. I was born too late to see the first man on the moon. So I decided on a new objective, to help humanity get to Mars.

July 8th, 2011. I was four years old, watching the Final Flight of Atlantis, the Shuttle Program's final mission, on a bridge on the Space Coast. The ground rumbled and the air vibrated, the sound waves coursing through the crowd as 171,000 pounds of science oppose gravity and soar into space. Only a few years later, during a school field trip, I stepped into Kennedy Space Center for the first time. In the Lunar Theatre of the Saturn V building, during the recreation of the last few minutes of the Apollo 11 landing, I felt the hairs on my arms and the back of my neck lift at the words: "Houston, uh, Tranquility Base here. The Eagle has landed." My classmates didn't understand, weren't enthralled like I was. Throughout the rest of the day, my chest pounded as I roamed through the exhibits, a new fire ignited in my heart. November 16, 2022. Eleven years later, now fifteen, I was watching the first flight of Artemis, humanity's return to lunar exploration, on the same bridge in Titusville. Throughout four months it was scrubbed time and time again, but I went to the Miracle City for every attempt. Finally, at 1:47 in the morning on the third try, the sky was blazing as bright as the first rays of the sun, as bright as the fire that had been dwelling in my soul, flags filling the air as the rocket lifted off and over 5.7 million pounds of hard work and dreams were battling to get past Earth’s atmosphere. I was enchanted at the sight, the idea settling in my brain to work on such magic in my future. July 25th, 2024. My plane touched down at the airport in Houston. I had worked vigorously and saved every penny from the moment I learned of this opportunity. After months of perseverance, I was able to cover Envision Experience's Aerospace Academy's entire cost. I stepped into Johnson Space Center for the first time. In the Apollo Mission Control Center, my skin shuddered with familiar goosebumps as they recreated the last few minutes of the Apollo 11 landing. Unlike my past experiences, I was no longer alone in my passion for the stars. Looking around at my newfound friends, all kids my age who had worked for this same experience, I could see the same fire in their eyes that had been burning inside me for years. September 9th, 2024. I had fought for my spot as a High School Intern for Lockheed Martin. Through the interview process, background check, and a drug screening, I made it. Now, a manufacturing engineer, my team quickly accepted me. After a few introductory meetings, my cube mates and neighbors were eager to get me down on the floor. They showed me around the factory, letting me shadow them. I received my first assignments, learning how to design and model my ideas in Creo, looking through engineering drawings, and verifying the notes. The flame in my heart has never been more illuminated, and it seems it can only burn brighter as I continue my journey. I was born too late to see the first man on the moon. So I decided on a new objective, to help humanity get to Mars.

July 8th, 2011. I was four years old, watching the Final Flight of Atlantis, the Shuttle Program's final mission, on a bridge on the Space Coast. The ground rumbled and the air vibrated, the sound waves coursing through the crowd as 171,000 pounds of science oppose gravity and soar into space. Only a few years later, during a school field trip, I stepped into Kennedy Space Center for the first time. In the Lunar Theatre of the Saturn V building, during the recreation of the last few minutes of the Apollo 11 landing, I felt the hairs on my arms and the back of my neck lift at the words: "Houston, uh, Tranquility Base here. The Eagle has landed." My classmates didn't understand, weren't enthralled like I was. Throughout the rest of the day, my chest pounded as I roamed through the exhibits, a new fire ignited in my heart. November 16, 2022. Eleven years later, now fifteen, I was watching the first flight of Artemis, humanity's return to lunar exploration, on the same bridge in Titusville. Throughout four months it was scrubbed time and time again, but I went to the Miracle City for every attempt. Finally, at 1:47 in the morning on the third try, the sky was blazing as bright as the first rays of the sun, as bright as the fire that had been dwelling in my soul, flags filling the air as the rocket lifted off and over 5.7 million pounds of hard work and dreams were battling to get past Earth’s atmosphere. I was enchanted at the sight, the idea settling in my brain to work on such magic in my future. July 25th, 2024. My plane touched down at the airport in Houston. I had worked vigorously and saved every penny from the moment I learned of this opportunity. After months of perseverance, I was able to cover Envision Experience's Aerospace Academy's entire cost. I stepped into Johnson Space Center for the first time. In the Apollo Mission Control Center, my skin shuddered with familiar goosebumps as they recreated the last few minutes of the Apollo 11 landing. Unlike my past experiences, I was no longer alone in my passion for the stars. Looking around at my newfound friends, all kids my age who had worked for this same experience, I could see the same fire in their eyes that had been burning inside me for years. September 9th, 2024. I had fought for my spot as a High School Intern for Lockheed Martin. Through the interview process, background check, and a drug screening, I made it. Now, a manufacturing engineer, my team quickly accepted me. After a few introductory meetings, my cube mates and neighbors were eager to get me down on the floor. They showed me around the factory, letting me shadow them. I received my first assignments, learning how to design and model my ideas in Creo, looking through engineering drawings, and verifying the notes. The flame in my heart has never been more illuminated, and it seems it can only burn brighter as I continue my journey. I was born too late to see the first man on the moon. So I decided on a new objective, to help humanity get to Mars.

July 8th, 2011. I was four years old, watching the Final Flight of Atlantis, the Shuttle Program's final mission, on a bridge on the Space Coast. The ground rumbled and the air vibrated, the sound waves coursing through the crowd as 171,000 pounds of science oppose gravity and soar into space. Only a few years later, during a school field trip, I stepped into Kennedy Space Center for the first time. In the Lunar Theatre of the Saturn V building, during the recreation of the last few minutes of the Apollo 11 landing, I felt the hairs on my arms and the back of my neck lift at the words: "Houston, uh, Tranquility Base here. The Eagle has landed." My classmates didn't understand, weren't enthralled like I was. Throughout the rest of the day, my chest pounded as I roamed through the exhibits, a new fire ignited in my heart. November 16, 2022. Eleven years later, now fifteen, I was watching the first flight of Artemis, humanity's return to lunar exploration, on the same bridge in Titusville. Throughout four months it was scrubbed time and time again, but I went to the Miracle City for every attempt. Finally, at 1:47 in the morning on the third try, the sky was blazing as bright as the first rays of the sun, as bright as the fire that had been dwelling in my soul, flags filling the air as the rocket lifted off and over 5.7 million pounds of hard work and dreams were battling to get past Earth’s atmosphere. I was enchanted at the sight, the idea settling in my brain to work on such magic in my future. July 25th, 2024. My plane touched down at the airport in Houston. I had worked vigorously and saved every penny from the moment I learned of this opportunity. After months of perseverance, I was able to cover Envision Experience's Aerospace Academy's entire cost. I stepped into Johnson Space Center for the first time. In the Apollo Mission Control Center, my skin shuddered with familiar goosebumps as they recreated the last few minutes of the Apollo 11 landing. Unlike my past experiences, I was no longer alone in my passion for the stars. Looking around at my newfound friends, all kids my age who had worked for this same experience, I could see the same fire in their eyes that had been burning inside me for years. September 9th, 2024. I had fought for my spot as a High School Intern for Lockheed Martin. Through the interview process, background check, and a drug screening, I made it. Now, a manufacturing engineer, my team quickly accepted me. After a few introductory meetings, my cube mates and neighbors were eager to get me down on the floor. They showed me around the factory, letting me shadow them. I received my first assignments, learning how to design and model my ideas in Creo, looking through engineering drawings, and verifying the notes. The flame in my heart has never been more illuminated, and it seems it can only burn brighter as I continue my journey. I was born too late to see the first man on the moon. So I decided on a new objective, to help humanity get to Mars.

July 8th, 2011. I was four years old, watching the Final Flight of Atlantis, the Shuttle Program's final mission, on a bridge on the Space Coast. The ground rumbled and the air vibrated, the sound waves coursing through the crowd as 171,000 pounds of science oppose gravity and soar into space. Only a few years later, during a school field trip, I stepped into Kennedy Space Center for the first time. In the Lunar Theatre of the Saturn V building, during the recreation of the last few minutes of the Apollo 11 landing, I felt the hairs on my arms and the back of my neck lift at the words: "Houston, uh, Tranquility Base here. The Eagle has landed." My classmates didn't understand, weren't enthralled like I was. Throughout the rest of the day, my chest pounded as I roamed through the exhibits, a new fire ignited in my heart. November 16, 2022. Eleven years later, now fifteen, I was watching the first flight of Artemis, humanity's return to lunar exploration, on the same bridge in Titusville. Throughout four months it was scrubbed time and time again, but I went to the Miracle City for every attempt. Finally, at 1:47 in the morning on the third try, the sky was blazing as bright as the first rays of the sun, as bright as the fire that had been dwelling in my soul, flags filling the air as the rocket lifted off and over 5.7 million pounds of hard work and dreams were battling to get past Earth’s atmosphere. I was enchanted at the sight, the idea settling in my brain to work on such magic in my future. July 25th, 2024. My plane touched down at the airport in Houston. I had worked vigorously and saved every penny from the moment I learned of this opportunity. After months of perseverance, I was able to cover Envision Experience's Aerospace Academy's entire cost. I stepped into Johnson Space Center for the first time. In the Apollo Mission Control Center, my skin shuddered with familiar goosebumps as they recreated the last few minutes of the Apollo 11 landing. Unlike my past experiences, I was no longer alone in my passion for the stars. Looking around at my newfound friends, all kids my age who had worked for this same experience, I could see the same fire in their eyes that had been burning inside me for years. September 9th, 2024. I had fought for my spot as a High School Intern for Lockheed Martin. Through the interview process, background check, and a drug screening, I made it. Now, a manufacturing engineer, my team quickly accepted me. After a few introductory meetings, my cube mates and neighbors were eager to get me down on the floor. They showed me around the factory, letting me shadow them. I received my first assignments, learning how to design and model my ideas in Creo, looking through engineering drawings, and verifying the notes. The flame in my heart has never been more illuminated, and it seems it can only burn brighter as I continue my journey. I was born too late to see the first man on the moon. So I decided on a new objective, to help humanity get to Mars.

July 8th, 2011. I was four years old, watching the Final Flight of Atlantis, the Shuttle Program's final mission, on a bridge on the Space Coast. The ground rumbled and the air vibrated, the sound waves coursing through the crowd as 171,000 pounds of science oppose gravity and soar into space. Only a few years later, during a school field trip, I stepped into Kennedy Space Center for the first time. In the Lunar Theatre of the Saturn V building, during the recreation of the last few minutes of the Apollo 11 landing, I felt the hairs on my arms and the back of my neck lift at the words: "Houston, uh, Tranquility Base here. The Eagle has landed." My classmates didn't understand, weren't enthralled like I was. Throughout the rest of the day, my chest pounded as I roamed through the exhibits, a new fire ignited in my heart. November 16, 2022. Eleven years later, now fifteen, I was watching the first flight of Artemis, humanity's return to lunar exploration, on the same bridge in Titusville. Throughout four months it was scrubbed time and time again, but I went to the Miracle City for every attempt. Finally, at 1:47 in the morning on the third try, the sky was blazing as bright as the first rays of the sun, as bright as the fire that had been dwelling in my soul, flags filling the air as the rocket lifted off and over 5.7 million pounds of hard work and dreams were battling to get past Earth’s atmosphere. I was enchanted at the sight, the idea settling in my brain to work on such magic in my future. July 25th, 2024. My plane touched down at the airport in Houston. I had worked vigorously and saved every penny from the moment I learned of this opportunity. After months of perseverance, I was able to cover Envision Experience's Aerospace Academy's entire cost. I stepped into Johnson Space Center for the first time. In the Apollo Mission Control Center, my skin shuddered with familiar goosebumps as they recreated the last few minutes of the Apollo 11 landing. Unlike my past experiences, I was no longer alone in my passion for the stars. Looking around at my newfound friends, all kids my age who had worked for this same experience, I could see the same fire in their eyes that had been burning inside me for years. September 9th, 2024. I had fought for my spot as a High School Intern for Lockheed Martin. Through the interview process, background check, and a drug screening, I made it. Now, a manufacturing engineer, my team quickly accepted me. After a few introductory meetings, my cube mates and neighbors were eager to get me down on the floor. They showed me around the factory, letting me shadow them. I received my first assignments, learning how to design and model my ideas in Creo, looking through engineering drawings, and verifying the notes. The flame in my heart has never been more illuminated, and it seems it can only burn brighter as I continue my journey. I was born too late to see the first man on the moon. So I decided on a new objective, to help humanity get to Mars.

July 8th, 2011. I was four years old, watching the Final Flight of Atlantis, the Shuttle Program's final mission, on a bridge on the Space Coast. The ground rumbled and the air vibrated, the sound waves coursing through the crowd as 171,000 pounds of science oppose gravity and soar into space. Only a few years later, during a school field trip, I stepped into Kennedy Space Center for the first time. In the Lunar Theatre of the Saturn V building, during the recreation of the last few minutes of the Apollo 11 landing, I felt the hairs on my arms and the back of my neck lift at the words: "Houston, uh, Tranquility Base here. The Eagle has landed." My classmates didn't understand, weren't enthralled like I was. Throughout the rest of the day, my chest pounded as I roamed through the exhibits, a new fire ignited in my heart. November 16, 2022. Eleven years later, now fifteen, I was watching the first flight of Artemis, humanity's return to lunar exploration, on the same bridge in Titusville. Throughout four months it was scrubbed time and time again, but I went to the Miracle City for every attempt. Finally, at 1:47 in the morning on the third try, the sky was blazing as bright as the first rays of the sun, as bright as the fire that had been dwelling in my soul, flags filling the air as the rocket lifted off and over 5.7 million pounds of hard work and dreams were battling to get past Earth’s atmosphere. I was enchanted at the sight, the idea settling in my brain to work on such magic in my future. July 25th, 2024. My plane touched down at the airport in Houston. I had worked vigorously and saved every penny from the moment I learned of this opportunity. After months of perseverance, I was able to cover Envision Experience's Aerospace Academy's entire cost. I stepped into Johnson Space Center for the first time. In the Apollo Mission Control Center, my skin shuddered with familiar goosebumps as they recreated the last few minutes of the Apollo 11 landing. Unlike my past experiences, I was no longer alone in my passion for the stars. Looking around at my newfound friends, all kids my age who had worked for this same experience, I could see the same fire in their eyes that had been burning inside me for years. September 9th, 2024. I had fought for my spot as a High School Intern for Lockheed Martin. Through the interview process, background check, and a drug screening, I made it. Now, a manufacturing engineer, my team quickly accepted me. After a few introductory meetings, my cube mates and neighbors were eager to get me down on the floor. They showed me around the factory, letting me shadow them. I received my first assignments, learning how to design and model my ideas in Creo, looking through engineering drawings, and verifying the notes. The flame in my heart has never been more illuminated, and it seems it can only burn brighter as I continue my journey. I was born too late to see the first man on the moon. So I decided on a new objective, to help humanity get to Mars.

July 8th, 2011. I was four years old, watching the Final Flight of Atlantis, the Shuttle Program's final mission, on a bridge on the Space Coast. The ground rumbled and the air vibrated, the sound waves coursing through the crowd as 171,000 pounds of science oppose gravity and soar into space. Only a few years later, during a school field trip, I stepped into Kennedy Space Center for the first time. In the Lunar Theatre of the Saturn V building, during the recreation of the last few minutes of the Apollo 11 landing, I felt the hairs on my arms and the back of my neck lift at the words: "Houston, uh, Tranquility Base here. The Eagle has landed." My classmates didn't understand, weren't enthralled like I was. Throughout the rest of the day, my chest pounded as I roamed through the exhibits, a new fire ignited in my heart. November 16, 2022. Eleven years later, now fifteen, I was watching the first flight of Artemis, humanity's return to lunar exploration, on the same bridge in Titusville. Throughout four months it was scrubbed time and time again, but I went to the Miracle City for every attempt. Finally, at 1:47 in the morning on the third try, the sky was blazing as bright as the first rays of the sun, as bright as the fire that had been dwelling in my soul, flags filling the air as the rocket lifted off and over 5.7 million pounds of hard work and dreams were battling to get past Earth’s atmosphere. I was enchanted at the sight, the idea settling in my brain to work on such magic in my future. July 25th, 2024. My plane touched down at the airport in Houston. I had worked vigorously and saved every penny from the moment I learned of this opportunity. After months of perseverance, I was able to cover Envision Experience's Aerospace Academy's entire cost. I stepped into Johnson Space Center for the first time. In the Apollo Mission Control Center, my skin shuddered with familiar goosebumps as they recreated the last few minutes of the Apollo 11 landing. Unlike my past experiences, I was no longer alone in my passion for the stars. Looking around at my newfound friends, all kids my age who had worked for this same experience, I could see the same fire in their eyes that had been burning inside me for years. September 9th, 2024. I had fought for my spot as a High School Intern for Lockheed Martin. Through the interview process, background check, and a drug screening, I made it. Now, a manufacturing engineer, my team quickly accepted me. After a few introductory meetings, my cube mates and neighbors were eager to get me down on the floor. They showed me around the factory, letting me shadow them. I received my first assignments, learning how to design and model my ideas in Creo, looking through engineering drawings, and verifying the notes. The flame in my heart has never been more illuminated, and it seems it can only burn brighter as I continue my journey. I was born too late to see the first man on the moon. So I decided on a new objective, to help humanity get to Mars.

July 8th, 2011. I was four years old, watching the Final Flight of Atlantis, the Shuttle Program's final mission, on a bridge on the Space Coast. The ground rumbled and the air vibrated, the sound waves coursing through the crowd as 171,000 pounds of science oppose gravity and soar into space. Only a few years later, during a school field trip, I stepped into Kennedy Space Center for the first time. In the Lunar Theatre of the Saturn V building, during the recreation of the last few minutes of the Apollo 11 landing, I felt the hairs on my arms and the back of my neck lift at the words: "Houston, uh, Tranquility Base here. The Eagle has landed." My classmates didn't understand, weren't enthralled like I was. Throughout the rest of the day, my chest pounded as I roamed through the exhibits, a new fire ignited in my heart. November 16, 2022. Eleven years later, now fifteen, I was watching the first flight of Artemis, humanity's return to lunar exploration, on the same bridge in Titusville. Throughout four months it was scrubbed time and time again, but I went to the Miracle City for every attempt. Finally, at 1:47 in the morning on the third try, the sky was blazing as bright as the first rays of the sun, as bright as the fire that had been dwelling in my soul, flags filling the air as the rocket lifted off and over 5.7 million pounds of hard work and dreams were battling to get past Earth’s atmosphere. I was enchanted at the sight, the idea settling in my brain to work on such magic in my future. July 25th, 2024. My plane touched down at the airport in Houston. I had worked vigorously and saved every penny from the moment I learned of this opportunity. After months of perseverance, I was able to cover Envision Experience's Aerospace Academy's entire cost. I stepped into Johnson Space Center for the first time. In the Apollo Mission Control Center, my skin shuddered with familiar goosebumps as they recreated the last few minutes of the Apollo 11 landing. Unlike my past experiences, I was no longer alone in my passion for the stars. Looking around at my newfound friends, all kids my age who had worked for this same experience, I could see the same fire in their eyes that had been burning inside me for years. September 9th, 2024. I had fought for my spot as a High School Intern for Lockheed Martin. Through the interview process, background check, and a drug screening, I made it. Now, a manufacturing engineer, my team quickly accepted me. After a few introductory meetings, my cube mates and neighbors were eager to get me down on the floor. They showed me around the factory, letting me shadow them. I received my first assignments, learning how to design and model my ideas in Creo, looking through engineering drawings, and verifying the notes. The flame in my heart has never been more illuminated, and it seems it can only burn brighter as I continue my journey. I was born too late to see the first man on the moon. So I decided on a new objective, to help humanity get to Mars.

July 8th, 2011. I was four years old, watching the Final Flight of Atlantis, the Shuttle Program's final mission, on a bridge on the Space Coast. The ground rumbled and the air vibrated, the sound waves coursing through the crowd as 171,000 pounds of science oppose gravity and soar into space. Only a few years later, during a school field trip, I stepped into Kennedy Space Center for the first time. In the Lunar Theatre of the Saturn V building, during the recreation of the last few minutes of the Apollo 11 landing, I felt the hairs on my arms and the back of my neck lift at the words: "Houston, uh, Tranquility Base here. The Eagle has landed." My classmates didn't understand, weren't enthralled like I was. Throughout the rest of the day, my chest pounded as I roamed through the exhibits, a new fire ignited in my heart. November 16, 2022. Eleven years later, now fifteen, I was watching the first flight of Artemis, humanity's return to lunar exploration, on the same bridge in Titusville. Throughout four months it was scrubbed time and time again, but I went to the Miracle City for every attempt. Finally, at 1:47 in the morning on the third try, the sky was blazing as bright as the first rays of the sun, as bright as the fire that had been dwelling in my soul, flags filling the air as the rocket lifted off and over 5.7 million pounds of hard work and dreams were battling to get past Earth’s atmosphere. I was enchanted at the sight, the idea settling in my brain to work on such magic in my future. July 25th, 2024. My plane touched down at the airport in Houston. I had worked vigorously and saved every penny from the moment I learned of this opportunity. After months of perseverance, I was able to cover Envision Experience's Aerospace Academy's entire cost. I stepped into Johnson Space Center for the first time. In the Apollo Mission Control Center, my skin shuddered with familiar goosebumps as they recreated the last few minutes of the Apollo 11 landing. Unlike my past experiences, I was no longer alone in my passion for the stars. Looking around at my newfound friends, all kids my age who had worked for this same experience, I could see the same fire in their eyes that had been burning inside me for years. September 9th, 2024. I had fought for my spot as a High School Intern for Lockheed Martin. Through the interview process, background check, and a drug screening, I made it. Now, a manufacturing engineer, my team quickly accepted me. After a few introductory meetings, my cube mates and neighbors were eager to get me down on the floor. They showed me around the factory, letting me shadow them. I received my first assignments, learning how to design and model my ideas in Creo, looking through engineering drawings, and verifying the notes. The flame in my heart has never been more illuminated, and it seems it can only burn brighter as I continue my journey. I was born too late to see the first man on the moon. So I decided on a new objective, to help humanity get to Mars.

July 8th, 2011. I was four years old, watching the Final Flight of Atlantis, the Shuttle Program's final mission, on a bridge on the Space Coast. The ground rumbled and the air vibrated, the sound waves coursing through the crowd as 171,000 pounds of science oppose gravity and soar into space. Only a few years later, during a school field trip, I stepped into Kennedy Space Center for the first time. In the Lunar Theatre of the Saturn V building, during the recreation of the last few minutes of the Apollo 11 landing, I felt the hairs on my arms and the back of my neck lift at the words: "Houston, uh, Tranquility Base here. The Eagle has landed." My classmates didn't understand, weren't enthralled like I was. Throughout the rest of the day, my chest pounded as I roamed through the exhibits, a new fire ignited in my heart. November 16, 2022. Eleven years later, now fifteen, I was watching the first flight of Artemis, humanity's return to lunar exploration, on the same bridge in Titusville. Throughout four months it was scrubbed time and time again, but I went to the Miracle City for every attempt. Finally, at 1:47 in the morning on the third try, the sky was blazing as bright as the first rays of the sun, as bright as the fire that had been dwelling in my soul, flags filling the air as the rocket lifted off and over 5.7 million pounds of hard work and dreams were battling to get past Earth’s atmosphere. I was enchanted at the sight, the idea settling in my brain to work on such magic in my future. July 25th, 2024. My plane touched down at the airport in Houston. I had worked vigorously and saved every penny from the moment I learned of this opportunity. After months of perseverance, I was able to cover Envision Experience's Aerospace Academy's entire cost. I stepped into Johnson Space Center for the first time. In the Apollo Mission Control Center, my skin shuddered with familiar goosebumps as they recreated the last few minutes of the Apollo 11 landing. Unlike my past experiences, I was no longer alone in my passion for the stars. Looking around at my newfound friends, all kids my age who had worked for this same experience, I could see the same fire in their eyes that had been burning inside me for years. September 9th, 2024. I had fought for my spot as a High School Intern for Lockheed Martin. Through the interview process, background check, and a drug screening, I made it. Now, a manufacturing engineer, my team quickly accepted me. After a few introductory meetings, my cube mates and neighbors were eager to get me down on the floor. They showed me around the factory, letting me shadow them. I received my first assignments, learning how to design and model my ideas in Creo, looking through engineering drawings, and verifying the notes. The flame in my heart has never been more illuminated, and it seems it can only burn brighter as I continue my journey. I was born too late to see the first man on the moon. So I decided on a new objective, to help humanity get to Mars.

July 8th, 2011. I was four years old, watching the Final Flight of Atlantis, the Shuttle Program's final mission, on a bridge on the Space Coast. The ground rumbled and the air vibrated, the sound waves coursing through the crowd as 171,000 pounds of science oppose gravity and soar into space. Only a few years later, during a school field trip, I stepped into Kennedy Space Center for the first time. In the Lunar Theatre of the Saturn V building, during the recreation of the last few minutes of the Apollo 11 landing, I felt the hairs on my arms and the back of my neck lift at the words: "Houston, uh, Tranquility Base here. The Eagle has landed." My classmates didn't understand, weren't enthralled like I was. Throughout the rest of the day, my chest pounded as I roamed through the exhibits, a new fire ignited in my heart. November 16, 2022. Eleven years later, now fifteen, I was watching the first flight of Artemis, humanity's return to lunar exploration, on the same bridge in Titusville. Throughout four months it was scrubbed time and time again, but I went to the Miracle City for every attempt. Finally, at 1:47 in the morning on the third try, the sky was blazing as bright as the first rays of the sun, as bright as the fire that had been dwelling in my soul, flags filling the air as the rocket lifted off and over 5.7 million pounds of hard work and dreams were battling to get past Earth’s atmosphere. I was enchanted at the sight, the idea settling in my brain to work on such magic in my future. July 25th, 2024. My plane touched down at the airport in Houston. I had worked vigorously and saved every penny from the moment I learned of this opportunity. After months of perseverance, I was able to cover Envision Experience's Aerospace Academy's entire cost. I stepped into Johnson Space Center for the first time. In the Apollo Mission Control Center, my skin shuddered with familiar goosebumps as they recreated the last few minutes of the Apollo 11 landing. Unlike my past experiences, I was no longer alone in my passion for the stars. Looking around at my newfound friends, all kids my age who had worked for this same experience, I could see the same fire in their eyes that had been burning inside me for years. September 9th, 2024. I had fought for my spot as a High School Intern for Lockheed Martin. Through the interview process, background check, and a drug screening, I made it. Now, a manufacturing engineer, my team quickly accepted me. After a few introductory meetings, my cube mates and neighbors were eager to get me down on the floor. They showed me around the factory, letting me shadow them. I received my first assignments, learning how to design and model my ideas in Creo, looking through engineering drawings, and verifying the notes. The flame in my heart has never been more illuminated, and it seems it can only burn brighter as I continue my journey. I was born too late to see the first man on the moon. So I decided on a new objective, to help humanity get to Mars.

July 8th, 2011. I was four years old, watching the Final Flight of Atlantis, the Shuttle Program's final mission, on a bridge on the Space Coast. The ground rumbled and the air vibrated, the sound waves coursing through the crowd as 171,000 pounds of science oppose gravity and soar into space. Only a few years later, during a school field trip, I stepped into Kennedy Space Center for the first time. In the Lunar Theatre of the Saturn V building, during the recreation of the last few minutes of the Apollo 11 landing, I felt the hairs on my arms and the back of my neck lift at the words: "Houston, uh, Tranquility Base here. The Eagle has landed." My classmates didn't understand, weren't enthralled like I was. Throughout the rest of the day, my chest pounded as I roamed through the exhibits, a new fire ignited in my heart. November 16, 2022. Eleven years later, now fifteen, I was watching the first flight of Artemis, humanity's return to lunar exploration, on the same bridge in Titusville. Throughout four months it was scrubbed time and time again, but I went to the Miracle City for every attempt. Finally, at 1:47 in the morning on the third try, the sky was blazing as bright as the first rays of the sun, as bright as the fire that had been dwelling in my soul, flags filling the air as the rocket lifted off and over 5.7 million pounds of hard work and dreams were battling to get past Earth’s atmosphere. I was enchanted at the sight, the idea settling in my brain to work on such magic in my future. July 25th, 2024. My plane touched down at the airport in Houston. I had worked vigorously and saved every penny from the moment I learned of this opportunity. After months of perseverance, I was able to cover the Envision Experience's Aerospace Academy entire cost, around 8,000$. I stepped into Johnson Space Center for the first time. In the Apollo Mission Control Center, my skin shuddered with familiar goosebumps as they recreated the last few minutes of the Apollo 11 landing. Unlike my past experiences, I was no longer alone in my passion for the stars. Looking around at my newfound friends, all kids my age who had worked for this same experience, I could see the same fire in their eyes that had been burning inside me for years. September 9th, 2024. I had fought for my spot as a High School Intern for Lockheed Martin. Through the interview process, background check, and a drug screening, I made it. Now, a manufacturing engineer, my team quickly accepted me. After a few introductory meetings, my cube mates and neighbors were eager to get me down on the floor. They showed me around the factory, letting me shadow them. I received my first assignments, learning how to design and model my ideas in Creo, looking through engineering drawings, and verifying the notes. The flame in my heart has never been more illuminated, and it seems it can only burn brighter as I continue my journey. I was born too late to see the first man on the moon. So I decided on a new objective, to help humanity get to Mars.