A.H.Black
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I know there are many here who remember that day.  I was a teenager.  I had watched all the space shots from Alan Shepard on.  Often I would be up at 3:00 AM to watch the blast off  (sort of like getting up at all hours to watch skating).  I remember delay after delay - hour after hour - sometimes they delayed for another day.  I knew the whole plan and what each mission was supposed to accomplish.  
I wanted to be an astronaut until I realized that science was just not my thing. I loved the romance of the whole thing from the thrill to the terrible tragedies. When Neil Armstrong walked on the moon it was a thrill for me. He became a hero of mine - even more so because he was a reluctant hero. He never lost the luster for me.
				
			I wanted to be an astronaut until I realized that science was just not my thing. I loved the romance of the whole thing from the thrill to the terrible tragedies. When Neil Armstrong walked on the moon it was a thrill for me. He became a hero of mine - even more so because he was a reluctant hero. He never lost the luster for me.
 
	 
 
		 
 
		 
 
		 
 
		 
					
				 
					
				 
					
				 
					
				 
 
		 
					
				 
					
				 
					
				 
						
					 
 
		 
 
		 
 
		
 
					
				 
 
		
 
					
				 
					
				 
					
				 
 
		 
 
		 
					
				 
 
		 
						
					 
 
		 
 
		 
 
		 
 
		 
 
		 
 
		