Ok, so I don't remember hearing that famous phrase. But I do have vague memories of the occasion, and a 5 year old's understanding of the significance of the event.
My dad called me into the living room. Dad was sitting on the couch, with Mom perched on the arm. They had turned the lights off. The room was illuminated by the black and white flickering of the TV in a box. . I was amused by the astronaut that was doing the kangeroo dance. It was hard for me to believe that they were walking on the moon. Not that I was a conspiracy theorist, but I was a pretty *literal* minded little girl. I looked out the window at the moon. I did not see tiny pinpricks of men dancing on the moon. What struck me at the time as being important was the way my parents were so transfixed.
Dad retained his interest in things Space. He went through this Chariots of the Gods/Erich Von Daniken phase a few years later. This was the guy that espoused the "ancient astronaut" theory, ie, that all cultural events that occurred in evolving ancient history was because of visiting aliens. My mom was more skeptical, but willing to go along. After all, she was from Roswell.
My dad is no longer fascinated by aliens. But he lives on the Space Coast (think Cape Canaveral, Cocoa Beach, Merrit Island). He watches launchings from his back yard. I am sure that next week, we will be touring the Kennedy Space Center. I am looking forward to it.
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