As a young boy I remember helping my father work on the car while listening to the radio. We were listening to the radio when we heard that the first man had set foot on the moon. Pride as an American is hard to describe at that point in a young boys life. My father stood up taller, smiled more, and decided to take the family to Florida to see "space" up close. Two weeks later we were at Kennedy's space center. Seeing the rockets up close brought home to me the romance of outer space. My father allowed me one souvenir from the space port shop. I already knew what I wanted; an astronaut, just like my GI Joe's. It's been almost forty years and I've still got that doll. When we got back home, I tried to find out what the "idiot box" as my dad called it, had for shows on...space, the final frontier. These are the voyages...you know the rest. Thus began my journey into space.
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