It seemed a day where anything was possible and I believed it.
I wonder. A lot. But for today, let’s go back to that day and that feeling.
July 20, 1969. I was 11. We were visiting the U.S. for the first time in 3 years. I was not in Japan on this day, but definitely considered Japan my home. I was in Gig Harbor, WA.
(i see mistakes in the original post but i choose not to edit or correct it for sentimental reasons-just pointing them out in this post really for my own information and amusement.)
I just saw the Dan Rather post on FB about landing on the moon and was reminded of why I appreciate his eloquent musings and historical perspective.
I often remind myself that we all look up at the same Moon, and that when Nature prospers, so do we.