When I was a young girl, I read this book.
Quite adamantly, it told me, I would go to the moon.
Inside there are drawings of space stations and modules, and there is a boy, in a spacesuit, traveling to the moon.
I took it as a given, reading this before bed, that when I was a little older, I would make that trip. I was aware there were no space stations or colonies on the moon. I figured, I'd just have to be patient. I was pretty certain they were working on them up there as fast as they could.
Check out the cover of the book. There is a rocket launching from someone's backyard! That's the future right there. Moonlight rocket flights from neighborhood gardens and flying cars! I expected these things.
I never believed I would see a fox in socks, or eat green eggs and ham on a train in the rain, or go on a honey hunt with friendly bears...but this book seemed so non-fiction. Very documentary and matter of fact.
I guess I'm trying to decide if I am disappointed in what has become of my future, at least transportation-wise. At this point I may opt out of moon shots, I will admit. Although playing chess as in-flight entertainment is very tempting, with the panorama of endless blackness and stars and meteors before us...
I would still really like a flying car, though.
Thanks to David Niall Wilson for the inspiration.
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