Space dump truck with deer eye bonuses

The superhero my childhood contributed a glittering "F" to his belt buckle, his friends just called him "Future". Pretty cool. He came into my life in 1980, with Hyperraumantrieb. I was five and visited the Waldorfkindergarten. But I had no idea that there had to be more outside than wax crayons, silk scarves or the Disney-Zeichentrickdrama "Cap and capper".

The confirmation overtook me in one afternoon in September. I bored myself once again. I sat in the television armchair with the Kuschelfell, when the melody met me to Captain Future like an arousing impact: Under high, spherical woman singing, “Huhuhuhu”, which immediately incomprehensibly cool I found, slid a spaceship by the universe. I hardly trusted my eyes: Star nebulas sparkled, stranger galaxies scurried: It needed only the seconds of the series Intros - and I was already Future fan.

The spaceship set on to the starting procedure. Fire shot as white jet from its engine. It was, then experienced I, the best spaceship of the universe, the “Comet”. The camera slid past it, and I understood, that was high tech!

Particularly I liked also such announcements: “Note: I switch from space velocity 1 to space velocity 2.” also I felt into the armchair pressed. The music made anyway euphoric. Always me all technical details were not plausible, but I nodded through them with my favourite series generously: “Photon engine y3 on space radiation, we leave the magnetic field of the earth.”