My dad tells the story of the night when the lunar module landed on the moon. He got me out of bed to watch Neil Armstrong take that first step. Just weeks from my fifth birthday, I don't remember that night. But I was a witness to history, nonetheless.
Thursday night, we allowed our 10-year-old son to stay up late on a school night to watch Sen. Barack Obama accept the Democratic nomination for President of the United States. He's old enough to remember this when he's an adult. But he's not old enough to grasp the enormity of the moment. He's not old enough to realize that the Civil Rights Act is only as old as I am.
And, maybe that too is a sign of progress.
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