I am in wonder as to why, but one of the defining moments in my life was watching men walk on the moon for the very first time.
 
I remember my eight year old mind being stirred to patriotism, to a sense of being part of humankind who could achieve anything we could put our minds to.
 
That all seems like a natural outworking of seeing a nation, a world, come together at that moment.  What amazes me is as I relate my life to my kids is that I somehow take a personal pride in being part of that moment in history.  Part of my identity is wrapped up in this event.
 
I suppose for other generations it may be some other event but for me I take special pride in relating how my summer school teacher wheeled a television into the classroom so that at 1:18pm PDT I could participate in this great adventure of mankind.
 
Maybe someday my descendants will hold key the memory of the iPhone 4G.  Does nothing for me.