I was born in 1944 and 1963 was probably the LAST year that this country resembled the nation of my birth. After the 22nd of November of 1963 it began to obviously fall apart. I can still remember stepping into a hallway of a barracks building on the Naval station at Keflavik and being met by a very disturbed young sailor who told me what had happened. I thought at first that he was making a bad joke.
The only two things I recall about the sixties is the War in Vietnam as my uncle was in it and landing on the moon.
For the record I did not know Vietnam from California. No idea what it was about. I had to take a course in college to find out about it.
As for the moon. I was 5 1/5 getting ready to start Kindergarten, although I did not know that at the time. Any how I was plunked in front of the TV to watch this moon-landing. All the adults were quite impressed. I recall not seeing what the big deal was. It was in black and white and it was grainy. I watched "Lost in Space", that was in color. :)
I had no idea that no one had ever landed on the moon before. :)