I'm off to Mars! Seeya...

We are going to Mars. My dad, my mother and I are driving to the space port in a Rover 100, I am squished in the back. As we drive up to the place it looks kind of rundown, like a small local airport. There is a big overhang, like a giant petrol station forecourt, with lots of tiny parking spaces, all close together. My dad manages to find a really tight spot, and immediately we are blocked in on all sides. It is right next to the main entrance. I wonder if this is a legal place to park. We get our stuff (little hand luggage allowed on the journey) and make our way into the terminal. We are in plenty of time. As we are walking along, I suddenly ask my dad for the keys and I sprint back to the car, I will have to move it. I can see underneath the cars that the space is not for general parking, although I can't quite make out what the yellow lines spell or signify. I jump in but I am blocked off on all sides. Then a car pulls out diagonally to the right, and before another can pull into the space I squeeze through the gap. There is the odd space close up, but it's almost empty further on. I realize I can just park it anywhere, but I hesitate over the right spot. I back into one, but it's right next to a car unloading several small kids. I have to go slowly. I beep at them to get out of the way, but they just stare at me listlessly. I overshoot the bay and have to move forward again, and again the kids are in the way.
Finally I am in a different spot, a solitary one, right next to the road and not under the overhang. But what does it matter, after all, are we ever coming back to Earth, and strange how they allow people to park here if it's a one way journey.
I sprint into the terminal, and there is a final boarding call, and I still have some way to go. There are several lines of bureaucracy to go through, all taking up valuable time. But someone realizes my plight, and tries to ease my passage through the ranks over the tannoy. There is a buzz in the place now - let's help this kid make it. One official is acting dumb and is instantly berated over the public address. Finally I am at the gate, I can see the rocket ship. The final guy calls me back. He is standing in front of a giant food stall, and he tosses me three vegetables, one like a giant bright purple aubergine. With these and my bag clamped in my hands in front of my body, I run throught the doors onto the tarmac. The ship is right in front of me, it is hard to judge the distance. As the tannoy starts counting down from five, I run with all my might. I think I am going to make it, or am I. I can see a bunch of guys sitting at the steps in front of the entrance door, dressed all in white safety gear, loose around their bodies and with opaque face masks. They take no notice of me. The ship starts moving down the runway, accelerating fast. I now have to run at an angle. I am not going to make it. All it would have taken is a few more seconds. I ponder my decisions, if I'd just dumped the car anywhere I would have made it. And what did I care where the car was parked in the first place?
The ship is speeding now, starting to lift off. I am right behind it. I wonder if there is going to be a rocket blast, but surely they would not have allowed me onto the runway if that were the case. Plus the guys in the white suits would be in harm's way too. The rocket lifts off like a plane, it must be using some other kind of propulsion.
The haze and the cloud morphs into a retouched picture of Tom Cruise holding some belle, from the poster for the movie. At this point I am truly lucid.
Still, I'm Sad to've missed the ship. I go through my options. It's not so bad, I can probably just take the next rocket to Mars.