Moon Landing or Moonbats
I was 12 when the U.S.A. landed on the moon. Kennedy's dream realized. I remember it was a muggy July night. My whole family was gathered in our living room. My little brother had stayed up late. I sat on a chair next to my beloved Nana, who was in her usual spot in her rocking chair. (A chair I now proudly own.) The sliding door was open and the sound of the crickets under our six apple trees in our large back yard was all you could hear between the crackling of conversation between the astronauts and NASA. I remember clearly, after the "one small step" comment, taking my Nana's hand. I felt part of something so very big. And yet the pictures of Earth from space made me also feel so very small. I was too young to realize until years later, my Nana grew up riding in a horse and buggy. She'd lived to see the invention of the car, the airplane and now space travel. She was quiet, kept her thoughts to herself but watched intently. Nana would be very proud th...