It was two days after my tenth birthday. 28th January 1986.
I was excited. Something brilliant was about to happen on TV.
I was optimistic. Excited. Captivated. I sat down in front of my huge CRT TV with my legs crossed and waited for the big event. This is what I saw.
I decided I had no interest in ever going to space after watching this. I got up, went into the garden and started kicking my football about again looking forward to the summer. This was sad, but it didn't make me cry. I was a big boy now.
However just 6 months later on 22 June 1986, a far more harrowing experience was to happen. Once again I sat down in front of our huge boxy TV. Again, I was excited, optimistic and captivated all over again. And this happened.
I cried for 3 days after that.
Cheating Argie git.