A flock of flirting flamingos is pure, passionate, pink pandemonium-a frenetic flamingle-mangle-a discordant discotheque of delirious dancing, flamboyant feathers, and flamingo lingo.
Classes would double up so everyone could watch the rockets and shuttles launch.
It was awesome in the purest sense of the word.
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A flock of flirting flamingos is pure, passionate, pink pandemonium-a frenetic flamingle-mangle-a discordant discotheque of delirious dancing, flamboyant feathers, and flamingo lingo.
I would keep up with launches and try to get my parents to plan trips around them.
I also begged to go to space camp.
I love all that stuff.
Can't you see it?
Astronaut Lily!
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A flock of flirting flamingos is pure, passionate, pink pandemonium-a frenetic flamingle-mangle-a discordant discotheque of delirious dancing, flamboyant feathers, and flamingo lingo.
Can you imagine to have the balls to be that first person to go up into space in a rocket, never done before??? He was unbelievable!
And to go again in your 70s!
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A flock of flirting flamingos is pure, passionate, pink pandemonium-a frenetic flamingle-mangle-a discordant discotheque of delirious dancing, flamboyant feathers, and flamingo lingo.
He was a great man. He was born in my hometown and grew up the next town over.
I remember the parade they had for him when he returned to space. I marched in the parade after finishing a final. It was December and the weather was horrible and I was so sick.
He was a great man. He was born in my hometown and grew up the next town over.
I remember the parade they had for him when he returned to space. I marched in the parade after finishing a final. It was December and the weather was horrible and I was so sick.
That is a great memory.
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Sometimes you're the windshield, and sometimes you're the bug.
