I’m with you, FRiend. I turned 14 a few months afterward. I remember VIVIDLY....watching those astonishing black-and-white television images from the moon; watching Neil, then Buzz, hop off that ladder onto the lunar surface.
It set the course of my life for many, many years to come.
RIP, sir. You lifted the spirits and hearts of all mankind. May God welcome you Home.
I remember I was five when I stood outside with everyone in the neighborhood on that summer night. We all gazed up, pointing and chatting about the moon, imagining we could see the astronauts, waling around up there.
That’s the point at which I became so proud to be an American. From then on, anything seemed possible.