I was a six years old when Apollo 11 landed on the moon. I remember getting an Apollo 11 lunch box for second grade. My imagination was on aerospace ever since.
However, when I got out of college, I looked around and saw that most people with those kinds of jobs were being sent to the unemployment lines. Aerospace jobs were very few and far between. I sighed and chose another line of work. While I haven’t regretted that decision, I often wonder what our lives might have been like had I chosen that path.
This essay on Apollo 8 reminded me of those days. I am a bit wistful and sad that I couldn’t have pursued my first fascination and love of aerospace…





