I was pretty young when Neil Armstrong and Buzz Aldrin landed on the moon. (I guess I should say “the Earth’s moon,” since there are a lot of other moons out there.) My mom made me watch it on tv; she said it was history in the making – not just the fact that two men were actually on the moon, but also the fact that we were able to watch it in real time.
I know I was way to young to understand just how historic it was – I had no sense of history, or science for that matter, at that point in my life. But my mom was pretty smart so I figured she knew what she was talking about. And I’d seen the moon, so I could understand that it was really far away and therefore it was probably a really really big deal to get to it.
I wasn’t too young to know there were starving children in India, though. I was a chubby child as a result of having to clean my plate because of those starving children in India. (“Finish your dinner; there are starving children in India.”) What I couldn’t understand was how the grown-ups could figure out how to get to the moon but they couldn’t figure out how to feed the starving kids in India. But what did I know? I was just a kid. I assumed that when I grew up, I’d understand those kind of grown-up things.
I guess I haven’t grown up yet.