When Neil Armstrong taught the world to say "One small step..."
I grew up with the space program and Apollo and NASA and the dream that became reality - men and women living and working in outer space. If my head were to be taken apart by an archaeologist of the mind, one of the lowest and densest strata would be labeled "Space Junk," I'm sure.
If I were old enough to have seen Disney's shows on space exploration, I probably would've been an astronaut rather than an astronut. Instead, I dreamt of space in my Milwaukee Brewer's pajamas during the afternoon naps my Mom made me take even though I fought hard and long against them because I might miss a second of moon landing coverage.
Thank you, Neil and Buzz. Even if you did fake it, it was incredible.
(I just found out that those classic Disney space shows are on DVD. I ordered my copy thirty seconds ago! Check on Half.com if you don't want to give Amazon your monies.)