2012 is officially the year I got old. As advancing age has now started to exact it's toll on me, I can think of few things that would make me say that I "feel sorry" for young people.
But I can honestly say say that I pity those not old enough to have grown up during the era of man-made magic.
I was 11 years old in the summer of 1969. To this day, I keep my dad's old Silvertone] B+W TV stashed away in the basement because it's the TV that I was watching when Neil Armstrong walked on the moon. To a young boy in 1969, Apollo 11 wasn't just one event...it was the proof of our space age dreams. Every space flight we watched on TV was leading up to this. The space race was on the news every night. This is what we grew up with. Everyday it was a new flight or new test: Mercury, Gemini, Apollo, first flights of the Saturn 1B and the Saturn V. We were living IN the space race.
Optimism was boundless. Even the worst of human conditions were seen as problems which we would work to solve. I had no concept of "giving up". Every boy my age knew darn well he'd be walking on Mars. I have my old McGraw-Hill ENCYCLOPEDIA OF SPACE with the NASA timetable estimating the first manned Mars landing in 1980. Our teachers told us that "The first man on Mars has already been born and he's in school right now". We knew it was true and I have no doubt that out teachers believed it was true.
It really was the age of magic.
Of course, our dreams did not come true. The magic disappeared.
But, although the magic disappeared, it did exist on this Earth and our moon for about a decade. I am thankful that I was born into that decade.
I can think of nothing that can ever match it. Even when man does set foot on Mars, in 40 or 100 years from now, only Neil Armstrong can claim the honour of having been the first man to set foot on another celestial body. And only those who lived during that short era can honestly say they "felt" it.