When I was a kid, I don’t have much reading materials at home. I would only scrounge about my uncle’s cut outs and clippings from newspapers and magazines. One topic that would interest me among his collections is space exploration, particularly of people landing on the moon.
For a young girl who is so used to looking at the night sky and reveling at the moon and stars, it is a dream to finally get there someday. I would often fantasize about wearing an astronaut suit much like the people of Apollo 11, much like Neil Armstrong. Eventually, I realized that I have motion sickness and didn’t grow past 5 feet, and so my hopes of being an astronaut were doused with reality.
So many years have passed since the Apollo 11 landed on the moon. Now, it has been 40 years. Yet people still marvel at that maiden voyage that sent men–real men–to outer space.