I never knew if that was a promise or a threat. I didn't want to go to the moon. I didn't want to be squished inside a tiny space capsule, or subjected to zero G's. The closest I ever wanted to be to outer space was drinking Tang while building a Lego lunar lander, or as my students would say, "a Yego yunar yander".
My copy of the Beginner Book, You Will Go To the Moon, by Mae and Ira Freeman, copyright 1959, is in bad shape. Robert Patterson's illustrations still seem part Norman Rockwell and part Twilight Zone.
© 2007 Nancy L. Ruder