I was 12 years old at the time. As I recall it, Dad was away on TDY (temporary duty) in the Air Force, and my younger brother and sister were tucked in bed asleep. So Mom and I sat together in our darkened living room, watching on our little black-and-white television while Neil Armstrong made history.
Afterward, we went outside and looked up at the moon and marveled that human beings at that very moment were walking around up there. In a very strange time in our nation’s history, replete with assassinations and riots and turmoil, it served as a reminder that almost unimaginable feats could still be accomplished.
It was a moment that, sadly, cannot be explained to those who were not there to experience it, in large part because we cannot replicate the genuine sense of awe and wonder felt worldwide.
Rest in peace, Neil Armstrong.
– Jay Bookman