My sense is that I wrote some sort of essay at the time, but the only thing in my actual journal turns out to be this little star-studded tribute in red ball point ink. It did deserve more than a single date's worth of space... note that I extended the entry through the next day.
My memory of that day lives here: Moon Landing Memories.
How far we have come. We barely seem to acknowledge the miracle of space stations, or blink an eye at shuttle takeoffs and landings. But some of us still look to the skies and remember the greatness of such dreams.
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