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I have become keenly aware that I am either a small boy, or an airplane;
- If I am a small boy, I look forward to along life of growing, learning and sharing with friends and family. To someday be my own man. To maybe have a family of my own, and in a few years or so, growing old. Oh, and I can also look forward to shaving and girls… in that order.
- If I'm an airplane, I'm going to have to really buckle down and work on my aerodynamics. I'll need to learn to better pressurize my cabin. I can then look forward to a life of dangerous safety warnings, airline bankruptcy's and people getting airsick inside me. Sure, I will worry about lazy safety inspectors and drunk maintenance crews, but I promise I would still do my best.
Come to think of it, I'm hoping I'm a small boy. Kind of sounds better, don't you think?
