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“OK,<br />
we’ve<br />
got six<br />
minutes,”<br />
Mom says, and we grab our flashlights and slide<br />
into our flip-flops. The three of us—Mom, my<br />
sister, Anne, and I—walk briskly down our unlit<br />
dirt road, where the pulsing creak of katydids in<br />
the palms turns the darkness three-dimensional,<br />
then round the corner heading east. The breeze<br />
picks up, carrying a hint of saltiness. We reach<br />
the bluff over the Indian River—which is really<br />
a lagoon separating us from the vastness of the<br />
Atlantic Ocean—and we wait.<br />
Anne and I slap mosquitoes. I fidget with<br />
the same bored anticipation I get watching the<br />
school clock tick down to recess time.<br />
Then, to the north, the horizon glows, piercing<br />
the blackness. “There it goes!” Mom says. We<br />
watch as a ball of fire rises from the edge of the<br />
Earth, climbing steadily into the star-studded<br />
sky. My heart pounds until the rocket boosters<br />
drop away and the space shuttle becomes a<br />
pinprick of light, falling in an eastward arc<br />
around the globe. Within minutes, it’s gone from<br />
sight, and we begin the walk back home.<br />
“It’s already over Africa by now,” Dad says<br />
upon our return. The idea seems so gloriously<br />
improbable that I think if this could be true,<br />
then nearly anything must be possible.<br />
1 CAN’T R3M3MB3R how many of the 132<br />
total space shuttle launches I’ve watched from<br />
that bluff 60 miles south of Florida’s Kennedy<br />
Space Center (which is itself 48 miles east of<br />
Orlando). But seeing the liftoffs—and listening<br />
for chest-thumping sonic booms when shuttles<br />
came in for landings—were as much a part of<br />
my childhood as seeing the Statue of Liberty<br />
GO MAGAZINE OCTOBER <strong>2010</strong>