I recall a family vacation when I was younger, driving down the Florida coast; my dad screaming (not a bad scream, but a hurried, excited, educated scream). He kept asking my brother and I in the back seat if we wanted to see the astronauts go into space. Circa 12 years old, you fucking bet we did. We tried to find a good spot, but unfortunately, weren't able to (the launch was also cancelled that day for a reason I can't remember).

I'm fairly happy to know that my parents tried to show this to my brother and I. After reading this account, I can say that at some point in my life, I'd like to see humans going into space.

It may be cheesy, but this just set a wonderful tone for my weekend.