I remember my father and mother getting me up at an ungodly hour of the day to watch the first moon landing. I was old enough that I remember it still, but young enough that the memories are faded, twisted, and could even have been constructed of whole cloth.
It was, nonetheless a tremendously exciting time --- I look back on it, and wonder what will inspire the children of today, or, indeed, what has inspired the children in the interim. It would be nice to think that there were similar watershed moments for other generations.
Yours, still breathless with wonder,
N.
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