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One Giant Leap..?

I was a month old when Apollo 11 arrived on the moon, and three years old when Apollo 17 left. I’m not a child, with a future ahead of him; I’m a forty year old man more than halfway into his three score and ten, with as much life behind him as he might hope still to have.

And in all that time, the only moonwalking I ever got to see was Michael Jackson gliding backwards across a stage.

Something went wrong with 1969’s future.

1 Comment

  1. budgie

    It did occur to me yesterday that, despite what I wondered as a child, it’s extremely unlikely that I’m ever going to travel in space.

    Which is mildly (though surprisingly not more than that) disappointing and depressing.

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