Fifty years ago today, Neil Armstrong and Buzz Aldrin landed on the moon.
I remember that night so well. It was a hot July night and I was playing in the front yard with my best friend Pammy, who lived next door. Mum came to the front door and insisted I come in to see man’s first step onto the moon.
My whole family was gathered in the dark family room around that big, boxy TV and we watched a grainy black and white figure descend a ladder and say those memorable words, “That’s one small step for man, one giant leap for mankind.”
I had to honour the occasion so I made a few lunar cupcakes with little green men on them. Okay, so Neil and Buzz (nor Michael Collins, who was orbiting the moon) never saw little green men, but that’s not to say they weren’t there, right?
I also remember this event like it was yesterday. Because I lived in Montreal at the time we were on vacation during Construction Shutdown. Family and friends rented rustic cabins (curtains for bedroom doors) in Malletts Bay, Vermont we brought a tv onto the grass outdoors while adults claimed chairs, the kids, in pyjamas sat on blankets to watch the landing. 🚀🚀🚀