I do not own the Thunderbirds, and I am making no profit from this story.
My brothers are all about the ascent.
Give them a jet backpack, an airplane, a space shuttle – hey, even give them a pogo stick – and they're over the moon…sometimes literally. Well, maybe not with the pogo stick, but it wouldn't be for lack of effort, believe me.
Me…I'm all about the descent.
Give me the ocean, and I'm happy. Add some scuba gear, and I'm thrilled. Give me my Thunderbird, and I'm almost overwhelmed.
My brothers live for that moment when they shoot into the sky – for the moment when the power of the engines presses them back into their seats. They fight the pull of the air, and they win.
I live for that moment when I break through the surface of the water – for the moment when the power of the engines presses me back into my seat. I fight the resistance of the water, and I win.
Huh…I guess we're not as different as we seem. Actually, the only real difference is in the direction our ships point: up or down.
And whether my brothers are ascending, or I'm descending, we share one more thing – an occasional whoop of pure joy in place of the more staid, "Thunderbirds are go!"