So today my niece and I went to the Kennedy Space Center at Cape Canaveral. I was shocked to learn that she's lived in Orlando for 4 years now, and this was her first foray to the KSC. She was awed. As, of course, was I.
My visit a couple of years ago to the Johnson Space Center in Houston reminded me that A. I live in Florida, B. I love space stuff, and C. One of the greatest memories of my childhood was a trip to the KSC.
I was 7. It was 1977. Neil Armstrong was still one of the biggest heroes to grade school boys (and people in general) because he was Neil Freakin' Armstrong, he had been the first man to walk on the moon, he was a freakin' astronaut, and the little kid with the same last name in Texas had not yet grown up to tarnish it by being a cheat and an asshole on a bicycle.
And my family took their first (and as it turned out, only) family vacation to Florida. Disney World? Check. Space Mountain? Check. (It was a brand new ride!) Beaches? Check. Space Center? Oh holy hell check check and double check.
I don't know what my sisters thought of it. I don't know if I knew what my sisters thought of it at the time. I'm quite sure it wouldn't have mattered to me. Because they annoyed me, and space was awesome. And the Space Shuttle program was their big project, though they were still four years away from their first launch.
I had never heard of the Space Shuttle program before that summer day 37 years ago at the Space Center. My young brain did find the concept of a reusable spacecraft a bit tough to fully grasp. What my brain had no problem grasping was how awesome the Shuttle was, because there before us in all its glory was the Enterprise, the first Shuttle, the prototype. It would never go into space, but I didn't know that then, and I wouldn't have cared. It was huge, it was awesome, and it was the most gorgeous thing I'd ever seen.
Today we saw the Atlantis. We saw a Saturn V rocket. We did the Shuttle launch simulator. My 24 year old niece and I were little kids let loose with the greatest toys imaginable, the products of what I stated was the single best thing out government had ever done.
And the Orion is coming. The SLS is coming. The next stage of Space Exploration is slowly coming into being.
And we found out that the first test launch of the Orion capsule is tentatively schedule for early December. "We're going!" I told her. Not asked. Not suggested. Told. I got no argument. Her boyfriend later said, "Well, if we miss that one, there's always--" and I cut him off. "No, dude. We're going."
My name's Jester. I'm 7 years old. I'm a space geek. And I'll be there when history is made with the first test launch of Orion.
Join me.
My visit a couple of years ago to the Johnson Space Center in Houston reminded me that A. I live in Florida, B. I love space stuff, and C. One of the greatest memories of my childhood was a trip to the KSC.
I was 7. It was 1977. Neil Armstrong was still one of the biggest heroes to grade school boys (and people in general) because he was Neil Freakin' Armstrong, he had been the first man to walk on the moon, he was a freakin' astronaut, and the little kid with the same last name in Texas had not yet grown up to tarnish it by being a cheat and an asshole on a bicycle.
And my family took their first (and as it turned out, only) family vacation to Florida. Disney World? Check. Space Mountain? Check. (It was a brand new ride!) Beaches? Check. Space Center? Oh holy hell check check and double check.
I don't know what my sisters thought of it. I don't know if I knew what my sisters thought of it at the time. I'm quite sure it wouldn't have mattered to me. Because they annoyed me, and space was awesome. And the Space Shuttle program was their big project, though they were still four years away from their first launch.
I had never heard of the Space Shuttle program before that summer day 37 years ago at the Space Center. My young brain did find the concept of a reusable spacecraft a bit tough to fully grasp. What my brain had no problem grasping was how awesome the Shuttle was, because there before us in all its glory was the Enterprise, the first Shuttle, the prototype. It would never go into space, but I didn't know that then, and I wouldn't have cared. It was huge, it was awesome, and it was the most gorgeous thing I'd ever seen.
Today we saw the Atlantis. We saw a Saturn V rocket. We did the Shuttle launch simulator. My 24 year old niece and I were little kids let loose with the greatest toys imaginable, the products of what I stated was the single best thing out government had ever done.
And the Orion is coming. The SLS is coming. The next stage of Space Exploration is slowly coming into being.
And we found out that the first test launch of the Orion capsule is tentatively schedule for early December. "We're going!" I told her. Not asked. Not suggested. Told. I got no argument. Her boyfriend later said, "Well, if we miss that one, there's always--" and I cut him off. "No, dude. We're going."
My name's Jester. I'm 7 years old. I'm a space geek. And I'll be there when history is made with the first test launch of Orion.
Join me.
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