Greetings my silver blogging friends! Today I join the Blog of the Month meeting to take a look back in time and remember how was my passage through some historical events that marked humanity.
On July 20, 1969, 3 days before my 8th birthday, at school we were told about the first moon landing, that is, when man would reach the earth's natural satellite for the first time and make his mark. My classmates and I were very excited, we all talked about wanting to be astronauts and reach not only the moon but other planets and even galaxies. The excitement could be felt in the street as everyone commented on this fact, even though I live in Venezuela, a country that is far away from the United States, the excitement was the same.
At that time, my large and very poor family did not have the means to buy a television, so to watch something important on the small screen we had to go to my grandmother's house which was in the center of the city. My mother's brothers were my favorite uncles, I have already told before how I used to have fun with them. My youngest uncle was 18 years old and he loved to play with me.
Whenever I got out of school he would always stop by my grandmother's house to wait for my brothers so we could go home together. Days before I told my aunts and grandmother that I wanted to see the moon landing since my classmates were going to do a written report on what they saw on TV. My aunt talked to my mom and asked for permission to stay with them that night so I could watch the big event and have material for schoolwork. My mother agreed and I spent the night at my grandmother's house.
I was happy, I couldn't hold my excitement in my chest. My grandmother prepared a special dinner for me, we all ate some delicious hot dogs and sat down to watch TV.
The hours passed and we played some board games, my aunt prepared some popcorn, we danced to some songs that grandpa sang. And nothing, the long awaited event began.
In the middle of the night sleep took over me and I ended up asleep on the shag carpet in grandma's living room. My uncle took me to bed and they waited until the moon landing broadcast started. My aunt quickly got up and went to call me, whispered in my ear that it had started and that we could already see the man stepping on the moon. I turned over and went back to sleep.
The next day they told me everything and for the school report I had to write the truth which I titled: sleep took over me.
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The photos were taken with my ZTE Blade A3 2020 phone. The translation was done with deepl.com. Post of my authorship.
