“Daddy, what’s a ‘pounder’?”
“Huh? Oh. A ground pounder. Someone from Earth.”
“Are we… ground pounders?”
“No son, we’re Martians.”
“But we’re from Earth!”
“You ain’t from Earth. Me neither. Your grandfather was; he was from Indiana. He was a ground pounder and a Hoosier to boot. But he left.”
“And came here?”
“That’s right.”
“So we’re not pounders because pop-pop took a rocket from Earth, and so we live here.”
“Exactly. Where you are makes you who you are. Even if you used to be somewhere else. Not all at once, of course: a little bit at a time.”
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Title by: Death2Nostalgia
Story by: David
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