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The year I was born a fellow traveller, or Sputnik to use the Russian word, also began this journey.
I was whisked off to Africa in my first few months on Earth, while Sputnik was launched into orbit.
As I sprouted I began to wonder what I would be when I grew up.
Would I be like my father, or would I be Daniel Boone.
Once I thought I would win Wimbledon, when I got around to it. But that didn’t happen.
I tried being a navvy, but I fell into a pile of newspapers.
So I thought I was a journalist. While this seemed okay, it just wasn’t quite there.
But finally my bud burst and Sputnik delivered the truth.
When he headed towards the stars, he kindled a flame of insecurity over in America.
As a result the United States formed the Advanced Research Projects Agency, or ARPA, in order to regain the lead in the rocket race. ARPA created the technology that later led to the Internet, so that John Brockman could launch a website on its Edge to introduce me to Katinka Matson who had a mirror in which I could see my true self at last – I’m a peony.
