As a child of the 50s, I am part of the generation that saw humans fly into space and came to believe that if we applied ourselves to a problem it could be solved — especially if we applied ourselves to science, engineering and math.
The news that the Soviets (remember them?) had put a man into space sent us into a frenzy.
We watched President Kennedy’s challenge to reach the moon in 10 years.
I remember the nuns hustling us out of class one day to look up at the sky for a “really tiny reflection of light.”