Have you ever dreamed of flying to the Moon?
It used to be one of my greatest desires. For as long as I can remember, I’ve been besotted by all things NASA, Apollo and space-related. I swear I remember watching the Moon landing — or at least ONE of the Moon landings — on TV when I was a kid. In July 1969, I was about two and a half years old so maybe this is merely over-active imagination on my part. But I definitely remember telling my Mum when I was a kid that if I was offered the chance of a one-way ticket to outer space, I’d be gone baby, gone.
Now, of course, I have a wife and children who love me and from whom I couldn’t bear to be parted. It does my head in to think there are people who would readily rocket off to Mars and never return. Especially considering the incredibly high chances they will die a cold, lonely and painful death in the process.
And then there’s the issue of physical limitation. With the state of my back, I very much doubt I’d survive lift-off! I’m keeping these feet firmly planted, but in my mind’s eye I’m up there in orbit.
Matty. Has. Left. The. Building.