I will try to type this without crying.
Neil Armstrong was my very first childhood hero.I will admit this,just this once ,I watched Neil Armstrong walk on the moon as a little girl.And my Grandma filmed it from the television using a Super 8 camera,with a blinding white eye bulb......we'd replay that whenever we visited Pittsburgh each summer.....
When my family moved into a new apartment and I was 5,my mom asked me what color do I want my panelled walls.To which I replied "White", because that was the color of our Astronauts space suits.
I had cardboard cutouts of the Apollo Astronauts on my walls,and they were still on there when I started Kindergarten.The first thing I ever wanted to BE when "I grew up", was an Astronaut,like Neil Armstrong.
And my parents,they never told me there was anything I "could not be"...there was none of that "girls don't do this" crap from them.
So.......we lost a true hero Saturday.And man...I cried a lot.More than fror any recent public figure....more than so far I have for my Grandpa..,....or Michael Jackson. (Well maybe I took MJ's death hard,to be honest....)