Watched a documentary named Apollo 11. It opened the childhood floodgates. When I was a kid, I was completely enthralled with the space program. I belonged to the Science Club of America and received monthly magazines, models to build and all sorts of goodies. I was into model rocketry and had about a dozen rockets, two launchers, engines and the like. I belonged to the Science Fiction Book Club, and of course, watched Star Trek.
Then, POOF! The space program ended.
Although I had started drum lessons in 1968, drumming took center stage and science took a back seat. For a brief hour and a half today, I was 12 again and everything seemed possible.
Now I have to go back to being a fucking grown up, with all the stress, guilt and regrets. But for a brief hour and a half today, I was a kid again. Sure felt wonderful.
