Number Eleven

Apollo 11 on a Saturn 5 rocket. We really had the desire to explore. We strapped ourselves to giant tubes of explosives and flung ourselves upward at 17,000 mph. We ventured for hundreds of thousands of mines of space, almost completely unprotected from radiation, in a small capsule with very thin walls. Then we landed on a rock that many of us thought was made of cheese. Then, to get back home we fell several hundred miles through the atmosphere, with nothing but a heat shield to protect us from the incredible heat of re-entry and nothing but a few parachutes to slow us down before we hit the water.