|Copyright A.V. Dutson|
My First Year
The year was 1969 and Neil Armstrong had just walked on the moon.
I'd like to have been there that hot, July day as the returning astronauts splashed down after their lunar mission. Truth be told, I was there. Just making a different splash...
I was the fifth child born to my parents and a bit of a surprise, after having lost a pregnancy between me and my older sister. I caused my mom hard labor and my dad worried he'd lose us both. But Doc Burgess was the best of country physicians and knew his craft well. I really couldn't blame him and my dad for being distracted by the televised splash-down. I couldn't... but Mom could.