Yesterday was the 40th anniversary of the first man on the moon. I feel old because I remember it.
I was just 7 years old, ready to turn 8 in about a month. I remember playing outside, as my siblings and I did all day long during the summer, when mom calls us to come in to watch TV. I remember crowding around the TV and watching. I knew it was something significant, but I also wanted to get back outside to whatever it is I was doing.
The moon walk was all you heard on TV in the evening for several weeks. We would walk outside at night with dad and look up at the moon, realizing that someone was up there right now. We got the telescope out one night and I remember my eyes got tired from looking and looking for the astronauts.