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.