I was just a little boy when Apollo 11 launched on its way to the moon, but I followed every detail.
The space program had my complete attention. I had just discovered Star Trek and I was completely certain that I would one day follow my heroes — real and fictitious — to the stars.
I watched the launch of Apollo 11 with the rest of the world. We all followed the flight nervously for four days. Late at night on July 20, 1969, I was glued to our television to watch Neil Armstrong become the first man to walk on the moon.
I was ecstatic. Next we would fly to Mars. Then to other planets. By the time I grew up, we would move on to conquer outer space. Big things were about to happen. And I would be a part of it.
I recently watched the documentary “Apollo 11,” which used never-before-seen film of the mission. The film was breathtaking to me. It made me really emotional. As I watched these engineers and technicians make this amazing achievement happen, I found myself thinking, “These are my people. These nerds are my tribe. At heart, I’m one of them.”

I used to ponder who I really am; today I just ask who I am for now
Time is the most unrelenting enemy that any of us will face
Democrat congressman: Tea Party wants blacks ‘hanging on a tree’
Sorry, Newt: It’s not ‘isolationism’ to oppose invading other countries
Telling others how to escape is easier than setting myself free
If people say I intimidate them, what am I really doing wrong?
This is why people are confused about what anarchists really are
I can force child to obey me, but obedience comes with high cost
Sometimes we don’t really notice perfect match ’til it’s far too late