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Erica, Freight Craft BK5-8, Battlegroup Karter
The people were scared. So was I. But we were all putting on a brave face and smiling for the handful of children running around, chasing each other in circles, as if the ride on this freighter was one great big adventure. I even heard one small Prillon boy whoop for joy about getting out of an exam that afternoon in school.
Seemed kids were kids everywhere. I could remember being excited about a snow day now and again. No school. Snow forts and snowball fights followed by hot chocolate and a lesson from my dad on how snow crystals formed.
We’d placed water on glass slides and put them in the freezer. When my dad placed them under his microscope and beckoned me over, a scientist had been born.
I’d been seven years old, and I could reme
