Miles And Miles And Miles.

The Excitement Really Didn't Start To Build Until The Trailer - Which Was Carrying Me, With A Space Suit With Ventilation And All That Sort Of Stuff - Pulled Up To The Launch Pad.

I'd Like To Say I Was Smart Enough To Finish Six Grades In Five Years, But I Think Perhaps The Teacher Was Just Glad To Get Rid Of Me.

I Didn't Mind Studying. Obviously Math And The Physical Science Subjects Interested Me More Than Some Of The More Artistic Subjects, But I Think I Was A Pretty Good Student.

You Know, Being A Test Pilot Isn't Always The Healthiest Business In The World.

I Just Wanted To Be The First One To Fly For America, Not Because I'd End Up In The Pages Of History Books.