Years ago

Neil Armstrong and Buzz Aldrin, Jr., first walked about on planet Earths moon early one sunshiny day in July of 1969. There, in the early afternoon where we lived, on that day, in my familys living room, sat my family and the next door neighbors kids, Older Boy, Baby boy, LG7 and LG6. All of us, except me, were intently watching the television that was showing us Mankinds first giant leap by such a small step onto the moon, proving that it was not made of green cheese.

I admit that I was taking glimpses of Armstrongs antics occasionally, but my eyes and attention were focused almost exclusively on the two little Goddesses lying tummy down on the floor, side by fascinating side, not 5 feet from my nose. I could smell the Ivory soap they had used in their baths before the four of them came over to spend the afternoon with us. I watched as LG6 scrunched up next to, and draped Her hand and arm across the lower back of, Her elder sister. I knew how soft LG6s own back was because, numerous times in the weeks prior, I had been babysitting the four of them at their own home next to ours.

As clear a memory that can possibly be placed in a young teenagers mind, I had indelibly recorded the ecstatic sensual experiences of caressing LG6s feet, legs, back, front, arms, hands, neck, and face. Never did I touch places I would have loved to. I did inadvertently see LG7 bare footed all the way up one day, but never LG6. I never wanted to. I was so in love with Her from the moment I saw Her that I never took a step in that direction. I was completely addicted to Her looks just the way I saw Her. No impropriety ever made it to my conscious control while my eyes were feasting on Her form. Her dark eyes peered from underneath short, pixie-cut, chestnut hair and, once She locked onto my own eyes, we would stare at each other for indescribably long seconds. Her soft, t-shirted shoulders, petite yet resilient, are wonderfully clear images coursing through my mind even as I write this now.

As I watched Her next to Her sister, I recalled the last time I had babysat for them in their own home. LG6 loved to jump on the sofa and bound into my lap as I sat on a small armchair next to the sofa. Occasionally, She would get winded from her flying and just flop Herself into a curled up ball only, moments later, discover a new source of energy and fly about the front room again. Every so often, She would end up into my lap facing me. Heaven knows no joy like that which I experienced when She would pause in Her wild thrashing and simply stare wide eyed into my riveted eyes. She would exaggerate Her wide-eyed stare and push Her nose against mine, gracing my face with the sweetest delicate wisp of little girl breath. I would hold Her soft, dainty back and mimic Her Do, do, do, do, la, la, la back at her. Once, my anatomy embarrassingly announce to Her that I was very attentive to where She was sitting and She looked down to investigate.

One of the greatest events in mankinds history took place at Tranquility Base on Earths moon on July 20, 1969. One of the greatest events in my life took place on that same day, over 225 thousand miles away from there. Yes, I remember a few things from Apollo 11s mission, but I remember every single second I ever spend with LG6, some 44 years ago.