Fat Boys Don’t Make It to Mars

How I traveled through time and space from the safety of my couch

Photo by Petar Petkovski on Unsplash

The doctor’s stethoscope chills my bare chest as I pray for this time to be different. I know my body is a wreck — breathing problems, a heart murmur, and high blood pressure — but I hope fate will turn a blind eye and allow me to play at least one season on my middle school’s soccer team.