I remember being very young and all the fuss was about the waste of money on the moon shots.
Anyway, during science class the teacher encouraged questions about what we would like to ask about the astronauts lives in space and what they needed to bring along.
My arm shot up and I almost blew out of my seat when I asked about:
"What kind of weapons are they bringing along?"
After that, I remember speaking to some creepy guy with a beard and he wrote down notes and looked at me quizically. He asked me how I felt about my mother but I just told him about my theorys about dinosaurs that used to wear armored clothing. Man, I was so ahead of the times. Could this have been the emergence of me as a weapons genius? I think it was...