I was growing up during this time. I can only say we as a nation believed it, Unequivocally. And I never questioned it, All the way into my youth. Then, At 24, As a joke, I wrote to the Flat Earth Society, And the illiterate, Harking-to-the-way-a-serial-killer-would-construct-a-letter I received, Confirmed to me you'd have to be eating paste and washing it down with wood alcohol, To dispute the moon landing. . . . But the more all you asshats rant and feud about it, The more the idea becomes appealing. Strictly between us, I'd have beaten Galileo to death with a crucifix.