I Guess We All Like To Be

Every Flying Machine Has Its Own Unique Characteristics, Some Good, Some Not So Good. Pilots Naturally Fly The Craft In Such A Manner As To Take Advantage Of Its Good Characteristics And Avoid The Areas Where It Is Not So Good.

As I Stepped On The Moon, I Looked Around, Dazed...magnifice Nt. The Vast, Sandy Silver Surface Was Almost Illusory.

We Had Hundreds Of Thousands Of People All Dedicated To Doing The Perfect Job, And I Think They Did About As Well As Anyone Could Ever Have Expected.

It Suddenly Struck Me That That Tiny Pea, Pretty And Blue, Was The Earth. I Put Up My Thumb And Shut One Eye, And My Thumb Blotted Out The Planet Earth. I Didn't Feel Like A Giant. I Felt Very, Very Small.

This Blowing Dust Became Increasingly Thicker. It Was Very Much Like Landing In A Fast Moving Ground Fog.