I was twelve. On vacation with my parents, I got to watch the lunar landing and the first walk on the moon on a big RCA console television. The future never seemed brighter than it did that evening.
I was going to go to the moon one day, and maybe to Mars. The United States of America was the greatest country on earth and we were capable of amazing scientific and technological accomplishments. Certainly by the time I was thirty, there would be a permanent base on the moon, and regular transports…
Of course, it never happened. We retreated, gave up the dreamed of manned space exploration. Now we could not do it. We lack the manufacturing, NASA is a shell, and we are so far in debt that it would hardly matter if we stopped spending.
If growing up is the process of creating ideas and dreams about what life should be, then maturity is letting go again.
–Mary Beth Danielson