Dream adventure to the moon

My rocket gently bushed against the rocky, craterful surface on the moon. I had done it. I was the first kid on the moon! My mind raced back to everything! applying for the mission, training for the flight, bouncing around in what my instructor called a vomit comet, and now this.

It is Tranquility Base, which is exactly what it sounds, A tranquil place, serene and peaceful, a glass dome separating it from the outside world.

I fly weightlessly in the glass dome, surveying the little homes in this tranquil place.

In the heart of this dome is something I believed I would never see: American flag, old and dusty, and why wouldn’t it be? It’s been there 70 years.

I remember watching it in that pale blue dot, like a marble.

As I opened my mouth to speak, I thought I should say a tribute to my ancestor and the one who stepped here, before me. I look down, beyond the transparent glass and I reatise my foot is in the same place as his seventy years ago. “That’s one big leap for a child, one small step for child kind!”