Moonstruck

I’m in awe of the accomplishment 40 years ago. The thrill, the unknown, the race to be first. What a time it must have been: adults with the giddy pride of kids, and every kid wanting to be Neil and Buzz. Feels like those days will never repeat themselves again, in any form. But who knows, in 1949, no one would have thought the moon was possible either.

Maybe our kids will go up to blow the world’s mind like the lucky 3 did on July 20, 1969, or maybe they’ll grow up and take a summer vacation up, up and away on Branson’s shuttle in 2029. Either way, I guess it will take raising our next generation with a spirit of adventure, risk and unwavering determination that some might view as reckless in this era of bubbleproofed kids. Seems we might have to loosen the reigns a bit and let ‘em take a giant leap outside our comfort zone. Or we can just start with a few small steps.