No. Not those ones. That’s probably a whole other thread.
But what didn’t happen that you wished had, or didn’t try.
When I was young, I wanted to be a fast jet pilot; then I wanted to become an astronaut. Then, I realized as a T1D, that was never going to happen.
But the dream and the longing never went away. I know there are some other astronaut buffs here, and I wonder how much of that dream we shared.
Why? Well, that’s a layered answer. Some of it was just the “cool” of it. Fastest human alive; the take off. Then it was the romance of it. Being in space. Floating. The blue marble (If you don’t know what the marble is, take a look at the photo by Apollo 17). Then it became an appreciation of the sheer skill, technical know how and engineering that it takes just to launch a damn rocket.
But the romance of it never went away. And my wedding reinforced it. I know, you’re wondering WTF? On the way back, we stopped in Houston, and I too my Dad to the Level 9 VIP tour at Johnson Space Center. It’s a dream for any astro-buff. We saw the dive tanks where they simulate the effects of space. The Saturn 5 rocket. And then the kicker – we saw Mission Control; the first version of which was live. MC actually controlling the Space Station. It is simply unbelievable the amount of knowledge and skill that goes into running it. And there is one person in charge of it all – Flight.
But that wasn’t THE thing. We went to the Mission Control that was used in all the Apollo flights and Gemini and Mercury. You would have to have a heart of stone to not get moved by that office. It’s run down, but preserved. And you look at the technology and wonder how the hell they did it. A man up and down and around and back. And men in crisis. And it looks a Staples catalogue from 1960. It’s simply one of the best places I’ve ever been. I urge you, if you are interested in NASA, the Moon shot, and you’re near Houston – take the Level 9 tour. It’s pricey at $179, but you will never, ever begrudge the money.
I wanted to be an astronaut. Hell, I still want to be an astronaut. I want to go to space. It’s like a little flame that keeps burning inside me, the dream of what that could be.
I met Buzz Aldrin once, and it’s up there with one of “You know, I….” moments. I’m an absolute NASA junkie. (Don’t tell the wife, but finding out she was a project manager on Cassini was one of the reasons her online profile jumped out at me; before we met, she was dubbed “NASA Girl”
So, yeah, I’m frustrated astronaut. What were your dreams? And how close have you come to realizing them?