I was not quite eleven years old, and glued to a black & white TV (in a wooden cabinet!) in the living room of my parents' house on the east side of Salt Lake. As usual, I couldn't get my obnoxious little sisters to SHUT UP, put down the Barbie dolls, take that ridiculous dress off the cat, and show some respect for the incredible event that Walter Cronkite was doing his best to tell us about. My Edmund 4.25" reflector was set-up next to the TV, and I had carefully-built plastic scale models of the Saturn-V, and Apollo spacecraft arrainged in a little shrine. I was absolutely sure that day that I was destined to be an astronaut, but then I think every ten-year-old in the world with access to a TV had similar thoughts.
Joe Bauman wrote: PS: I mean, thanks to both Guy and Michael! Any other reminiscences of that day? -- Joe
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