Date: August 25, 2012 03:30PM
I remember staying up late as a 15-year-old to watch the landing, July 20, 1969, on TV in my Richardson, Texas, home, just outside Dallas.
I remember how stark and black-and-white and grainy the images were being broadcast, in a crackly way, from the lunar surface.
I remember when the Apollo 11 crew returned to Earth how they were immediately quarantined to check for any possible foreign matter brought back with them from the moon that might be dangerous to them or others.
I also recall that my family took this amazing event in human history rather matter-of-factly, with no cheering or real, deep emotion that stood out to me. Maybe they were looking for those ancient Mormon moonmen, 6 feet tall and dressed like Quakers, that early LDS church leaders claimed actually lived there. Now, for Mormons, that would have been exciting.
Edited 12 time(s). Last edit at 08/25/2012 03:59PM by steve benson.