Ah, 40 years ago today. Man lands on the moon. And what do I remember?
It was a muggy summer night, dusk actually. I was 11 years old and playing a very rough version of what might be called badminton on the street in front of my house with my friend, Isa Campinile. Missing the birdie more often than not, but we were having fun and that's all that mattered.
Suddenly, my mom appeared on the front porch. "Hurry girls!" she cried out. "Man is about to land on the moon!"
Uh, okay. Sure. Maybe later, mom. We're playing badminton here, can't you see?
That wasn't quite the answer she was expecting to hear. Or would accept, for that matter.
"GET IN HERE NOW!" she screeched at the top of her lungs. "History is being made and you're going to watch WHETHER YOU LIKE IT OR NOT!"
And in the house we went. Meekly. Obediently. To watch Alan Shepard take one small step for man; one giant leap for mankind".
Whether we liked it or not.
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