July 20, 1969…..Where were you?
I was almost six years old. I recall sitting in front of the cabinet television, black and white of course, with coffee table legs. I sat close enough to touch the screen, to touch Neil Armstrong as he touched the moon. The orange shag carpet itched the back of my legs as I sat there for hours entranced as the news announcers gave us minute by minute updates, until the moment when the lander touched the surface of a foreign world. When Armstrong stepped down and floated slowly to the moon I wanted to be there.
I spent years afterwards wanting to be the first female astronaut. I wanted to be a space colonist, living on the moon and making it better for the citizens of the Earth. I wanted to leave my mark on the world just as Neil Armstrong left his footprints on the Moon.
Writing a book is not the same thing exactly, but I hope my words will live after me, even if only for my children and grandchildren to read.