I was going to write a fictional story about a teenage girl life during ÃÂ69 because I wish I was her. I wish I was alive to see a man walk on the moon for the first time, receive letters from my older brother fighting in the Vietnam War and listen to the magical music of that year. But when comparing the ÃÂimportantÃÂ events of ÃÂ07 and ÃÂ69 I noticed canÃÂt remember any of the events of this year affecting me at all. So maybe it wasnÃÂt so different for someone living in ÃÂ69. I mean my experiences of this summer are so individual and separate from anything that apparently affected the people of the world. And since the major events of ÃÂ69 are only source I have to base a story of the life of someone of that year I canÃÂt even attempt to make it at all personal.
Pilot Neil Armstrong with X-15 #1
Two Towers Las Vegas
Railroad Valley, NevadaI can only write about myself. ThatÃÂs the only way I can make it personal and hope to put as much feeling into this essay as possible. But . . . . . . it seems IÃÂve already filled up more than half a page with my ramblings. So IÃÂll only need to write another page, which will be easily filled with an account of all things I did during my summer containing all the minor boring details you couldnÃÂt care less about.
I started my summer with a trip to the fabulous Las Vegas, Nevada! I and most of my extended family travelled there for my cousin NeilÃÂs wedding. The wedding itself was lovely, nothing like a ÃÂtypicalÃÂ Vegas wedding. After the wedding we got to see the city it was truly amazing, especially at night! Every hotel had its own theme and felt a world apart...