Remembering The Moon Landing. July 20, 1969 was one of those days that those of us who were alive, remember where we were. It not only commemorated a historic accomplishment in the United States, but it is a bookmark in life for some, depending on age. For my friends and me, life was the best ever. We had just graduated from high school, and the future was so bright we had to wear shades.
I remember it so clearly; the event was so significant, that watch parties were forming all over the country to witness this historic moment. I had gathered with my friends at the home of one friend who subsequently died of cancer in her 30’s. We were good kids; we didn’t drink and do drugs, we just got together to enjoy the day and commune and connect with each other.
My mother strongly encouraged me to go to this event; at that point in my life, she was trying everything to keep me from my abusive, alcoholic boyfriend who I had met 2 years prior at another high school. I was planning on moving away with him, and she desperately wanted me to stay with my high school friends, and go to college with them. I just wanted to do it my way, live my own life, get out of the house and the rules, and be my own boss. Yeah, that is not all that it seems.
Looking back, after having a daughter of my own, I know how much she didn’t want that for me, but also realize that she didn’t have the skills to communicate it to me in a way that I wouldn’t find controlling and threatening. For mothers in the 60’s, letting go of control did not happen easily. Parents then were much more authoritarian than they are now and had no training to expose them to a different way of relating.
It was my loss. At 18, you are not experienced enough in life to formulate relationships skills. I went off with the boyfriend and six years later, he became my ex. Life with an abusive spouse is not all bad, we had many good times, but it is not a life that should ever be experienced by any woman or man.
I commemorate this day for the historic event that it was, as well as with gratitude for where I am in my life 50 years later. Life is good.
What is your memory about the moon landing, July 20, 1969? Was it a bookmark in your life?