|The final crew. Source: NASA.|
When I was younger, I used to be so jealous of my parents' ownership over the space age. They could remember every launch, every mission, every glitch from the early days, because they watched them all. When Apollo 13 came out, my parents tried to remember which mission that was: My mum asked, "Was that the one that was struck by lightning?" and between them they finally managed to nail down what happened to #13 to make it noteworthy enough for a movie. I envied their firsthand knowledge and their remembrances. And I still do.
For my own knowledge is not so much of how exciting it all was, but rather how dismal it is when it all goes wrong. All the launches I've watched blur together, but the tragedies stand out. And I wish that weren't the case, but that's the time I was born in.
|The inside was pretty cool, too, but|
I didn't get any pictures of it.