I just remembered a cute little story.
When I was 8, I was amazed by outerspace. I wanted to grow up and be an astronaut and be the first person to explore the planet Venus.
This is before I knew Venus would kill me with heat and gas.
So, when I was 8, what I wanted the most in life was a telescope. A real telescope. My big brother, Carlos, had taken me to a store that stocked toy telescopes and I asked for one from him. And he told me "I'll get you one in 100 years."
Not knowing about life spans, I got excited.
I have 83 years left of waiting. Telescope, here I come!