When I was 15 I had two secret wishes: first to become a ninja, second to be an astronaut. As I was already practicing my throwing-stars and rubber nunchucks skills in the backyard, I decided to join the Civil Air Patrol (aka C.A.P.) I had a plan and it involved packing my young resume with the "right stuff" as a ploy to get my local congressman in Pennsylvania to sign off on my impending application to the Air Force Academy. I would finally realize my dream of becoming the first ninja-astronaut in space. After two months in C.A.P. of standing at attention, about-facing, and polishing my boots, we went on a day trip to practice our bivouacking skills.