I remember it well, I was 13 years old, sitting on the floor in a little farmhouse in southwestern Minnesota.

You remember it, too, if you're old enough.  It wasn't just the whole country that watched Neil Armstrong step onto the surface of the Moon.  It was the whole world!

And then we did it again.  And again.  And again.  But then, eventually, we stopped.

I don't know if it's economically feasible to go to the moon again.  I don't know if there's scientific goals to be accomplished.  Maybe it's just not worth it anymore.

But just like kids in the 30's, 40's and 50's probably wanted to be Cowboys or Davy Crockett....there was a bunch of us little guys that sure did want to be an Astronaut.

Why?  'Cuz you could step on the Moon...and drink Tang!