We finally got into space using long poles.
We finally got into space using long poles. They had a hook on the end. Someone would help you get the hook into the belt loop, the back of the suspenders, sometimes even a proper harness, of the space farer, because that hook was a long way from the lifting end of the pole. Then, alley-oop, up they went, dangling and kicking and laughing as you hoisted them up into space. No-one kicked to much, though. They didn’t want to fall off and hit the ground with a life ending thud. Once you had the pole vertical the space farer was high enough up that they just had to give a little kick or make a little swimming motion with their arms and they were free and up in space. There was a platform up there, like a big, scientific version of a pontoon platform you find in a lake that supports recreational activities. Some space farers sit there for quite while, waving at their friends down on earth, looking at the bright stars, wiggling their toes in space. I think they are just nervous. Eventually everyone does the big jump off the platform and starts swimming to the moon, or to Mars. There isn’t really anywhere else to go, but it is still quite a thing to be able to say you swam to Mars, and it’s a nice planet and all, but it’s no Earth.