Arturo dreamed about going to the moon. As long as he could remember, his dad would read him stories about spaceships and moon landings. He would picture himself in a space suit and bouncing around in weightlessness. Terry, his friend, always laughed when Arturo would turn just about any conversation into something about the moon. When they were roller skating, Arturo would yell "let's pretend we're in a lunar rover and we're speeding across the Sea of Tranquility". Terry would just go along with him. When they played in his room, he would always say that they're in a LEM and escaping from moon dragons or scooping up moon rocks. The moment of destiny happened in 10th grade when Terry & Arturo partnered in a science project. They built mock ups of the command module and the control center and dragged them into the classroom to dramatize the tension and suspense of Apollo 11. Terry took the headphone at the control center and Arturo in a cheesecloth and duct tape version of an astronaut's gear climbed into the cardboard and saran wrap capsule. They memorized the actual dialogue of the actual landing and at the exact moment of "the Eagle has landed" the room shook. And it shook harder and ceiling panels fell and the floor vibrated like a big wheel over cobblestones. The teacher and Terry rushed to Arturo who was covered in ceiling panels and the room still shook. Arturo never lost his cool. He said, "take protection - I'm OK -wait 'til the shaking stops". It was only a few minutes but when the 6.8 earthquake stopped, Arturo pushed away the debris and crawled out of his smushed box and announced "Houston, the Eagle has left the building". The classmates cheered and if you look at Arturo's picture in his yearbook, you'll see the caption Moon River under his beaming face.