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.”

What do we prove with huge houses we can’t afford to pay for or even fill?
For all my life, I’ve hidden anger in order to be ‘perfect’ to others
Only certainty of life is that every one of us crosses River Styx alone
Best years of our lives? For me, teen years were start of feeling like alien
Economic and moral ignorance is at root of fast food worker walkout
What if I’ve fooled myself — and darkness is all that waits for me?
Pride can drive dumb behaviors, even if subject is just car lights
Why can it feel strange to lose homes we haven’t seen for years?
How could we take responsibility but avoid self-destructive shame?