Confession Time: Where were you? edition.

I was a teacher/counselor at a camp for children with learning disabilities in West Texas. The other counselors (I was the old guy at 27) and I sat on the porch of one of the cabins, drinking cheap wine and cheering quietly as we listened to a radio. The kids were asleep, but we told them about it the next morning. A great night.

Kinda wish I could do what Guy Laliberte is doing.

Apparently, at least one Canadian was old enough to see it - on a tiny b/w TV at camp, like so many others have reported here.

Where was I,,,,
I was 10 years old and on vacation in Wisconsin with the whole family.
The six of us sat on the beds in the hotel room and watched Walter give us the play by play.
I remember it plain as day.

Evolouie

Heh. Fond memory.

I was 18 and on my first big solo adventure. Hitchhiked from Wyoming to Manhattan. Slept on a park bench in mid July; a nice policeman would tap the bench with his nightstick at 7AM. Good morning!

On the afternoon of the twentieth I was looking for a store that sold televisions because I knew most of the sets would be tuned to CBS and Unca Walt. Thing is, I got a little lost. I was talking to some people on a sidewalk that ran past rows of brownstone tenements when someone came out of a front door. They were all excited and saying that they had to moon landing on the tube.

In a marvel of fluid-human dynamics I found myself swept along with a crowd that obviously lived there or were at least familiar and welcome. Up we went to a sixth floor apartment, spare and shabby. The set was in a bedroom along with a chair and a bed. I forget who sat in the chair but I'll never forget how I piled onto the bed with several total strangers and watched with them as Armstrong took that step.

I remember leaving some time later with directions to the part of town that I had come from and the concrete seemed a little less hard beneath my feet. There was an extra bit of bounce in my step and I had a little more glide in my stride.

Still feel that way from time to time. Like now. I'm still fluid.

There are thirteen people in space tonight.

...that the majority of Canadians were born after that date, as well - including myself!

... on a TV in a room at the Howard Johnsons Motel in Chambersburg PA, surrounded by a very quiet crowd of people that exploded with cheering after Armstrong set foot on the Moon. I was 12 at the time. I watched every televised moonwalk after that (still longing to see that Surveyor 3 excursion from Apollo 12) and started launching rockets. Went on into physics and mathematics and experimental rocketry. To bad we stopped in '72 just when we were getting good at it.

I was not-yet four, so I imagine I was probably in bed. My parents most likely watched it, though.

I can't wait until they release the high-def video they recently re-discovered.

Rob Miles
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There are only 10 types of people in the world;
those who understand binary and those who don't.

I was at camp, too - but as a CIT (Counselor in Training) at a Camp Fire camp. As far as I can remember, we didn't even notice. I don't think I even knew about it until I came home some weeks later.

I remember watching that on TV. In fact, my mom would get my brother and I up in the middle of the night (or so it seemed) to watch the various Apollo launches when they happened.

It was shortly before 10 p.m., if I recall correctly, in 1969, when Armstrong stepped out onto the moon. I watched it at home in Houston, Texas.

The original Star Trek was in its third and final season, and for all us science and Trek nerds, it was a must to see the REAL thing.

Anyone who hasn't seen the great Australian movie "The Dish," starring Sam Neill and Patrick Warburton, see it. The radio dish at Parkes, New South Wales, Australia, was an important part of relaying the first moon mission's telemetry.

The movie is touching, hilarious, suspenseful, and rich in quirky characters.

Seriously, memory is somewhat plastic and I simply can't be sure. I might have been watching it at home. I do remember being very excited about it though.

I had 5 days left of my tour in Vietnam, I really didn't notice.

I was too young to remember the first one, but I remember watching subsequent ones on a B/W TV in Elementary School in the Gym with all the other kids.

...but thanks to time zone differences, it was 3.56am (British Summer Time) here when Armstrong stepped onto the moon. I was 10, it had taken me hours to get my mother to let me stay up late, and I was the only member of my family who was awake to watch it.

Ours was a b&w TV too, I don't know how big (18", maybe?) and I was about six inches from the screen throughout. Brilliant.