The Spinal Frontier

For weeks after, we reenacted that "one small step for man" from our backyard tree house, descending the steps in Super-Slo-Mo onto the lunar crabgrass. Then we bounded out in search of our dog Buster's steaming "moon rocks" for "moon rock fights."

Eventually Dad would yell at us to get out the moon-mower, but it did little to dent our enthusiasm for space exploration.

Maybe it was just the model airplane glue talking, but for that brief moment we actually believed we were Armstrong and Aldrin and Collins.

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