Its July 16th, 1969. I’m sitting with Neil Armstrong and Buzz Aldrin on Launch Complex 39A at the Kennedy Space Center. And honestly, I cannot believe that I am going to help Neil and Buzz be the first two people on the moon. I continuously check my watch, waiting for the moment that we are launched into space. A voice crackles, coming through the speakers. All three of us lean forward, anxious to hear what they have to say. “Alright boys, we are go for takeoff.” Neil looks at me and nods, and the countdown begins. My heart beats so loudly that I believe that the others can hear it, and it threatens to burst out of my chest. I check my watch one last time. 9:32 a.m. Suddenly the roar of the engines firing fills the space, and we shoot upward, clearing the tower. We are bounced and tossed like crazy in our seats. I am very excited, but also very fearful. …show more content…
“That's one small step for a man, one giant leap for mankind.” I write down what he said, liking the way that he put it. A few hours pass as I journal and take pictures, and then it's time to meet up with Neil and Buzz. We get the Columbia connected to the Eagle and then we prepare to head back to Earth. I admire the samples and data that they took from the moon, wishing that I could have gotten to go with them, but I knew that I was needed elsewhere. I show them the journal and pictures that I got and they look over them, eyes wide. I smile proudly, glad that I was able to help these amazing people get to the moon for the very first time in history. We splash down into the waters of Hawaii to be greeted by the many people waiting there for us. I have never felt better in my life. I helped to complete Kennedy’s challenge to get Americans to the moon and safely back home. I walk through the people, shaking hands and grinning from ear to ear alongside Neil and Buzz, and think back to Neil’s quote. “That's one small step for man, one giant leap for