I was 10 yrs old and away at Campfire Girls camp. There were many of us. We all gathered in a grass field and got comfortable. There was no TV so someone hooked up a large speaker so the radio broadcast could be heard by all. I layed in the warm sun and looked up at the moon while imagining human beings way up there. Amazing! I also found my first four-leaf clover that day!

My father was beginning a well-deserved vacation, and we planned an outing to the beach in Michigan City,Indiana, with our neighbors across the street. It was the evening before, and I remember my Mom asking if we would like to swim in the Gulf of Mexico instead of Lake Michigan. The next morning our 9-member family was hopping into our Ford van and headed south to Galveston, Texas, to Grandma's house. Our sudden trip the summer of 1969 was highlighted with the memory of watching the lunar landing with our relatives.

July 20, 1969, was my daughter's 6th birthday. We all gathered on the couch at my Mom and Dad's home in St. Petersburg, Florida, to watch the historic event. Lorie was only 6 on that day and doesn't remember it as clearly as I do. However, her grandfather worked for NASA at Cape Kennedy (at that time)as an industrial engineer and we heard a great deal about it all from him. What he could tell us, he did, both before and after the event and to this day Lorie collects memorabilia of that wonderful historic moment, her 6th birthday.

I was 16 years old and living in Temple City, California. I was running through the room to leave and catch up with friends from Temple City High School. My mom said to stop and watch what was on television and that some day I would thank her for making me watch. I did sit in awe and never saw the moon the same again.

I was 20 years old at the time, July 20, 1969. I spent that day with a high school buddy, and watched the landing at his parents house in Brownton, MN. To say that moment was nerve racking and exciting, would be an understatement. There was several hr. to kill between the landing and the first walk on the moon. My buddy and me picked up a case of beer and went to a gravel pit for beer and swimming. I certainly recall the 2 of us staring up at the moon, and saying "Just think, there are 2 men up there". We then went back to his parents house and watched the 1st step on a black and white TV. It truly was unbelievable!

I too was at the Idaho National Scout Jamboree.

Tens of thousands of us sitting on a mountainside watching mammoth screens down in the valley.

As a Scout reporter, I interviewed Olympian Jesse Owens & astronaut William Lenoir that same week.

After the landings the "Eagles" on the moon even broadcast a private session just to our Jamboree!

I was sure I too would be going to Annapolis, to the Navy and maybe one day to the moon.

You can dream like that at 17.

I was one of the many engineers at Grumman Aircraft working on the Lunar Module(LM). The night that the LM landed on the moon my wife and I tried to stay awake so that we could see the landing. I kept dosing off and waking up, but I do remember seeing Armstrong descending from the LM and walking on the moon. My fellow employees and myself signed a flag to be placed on the moon with our names on it. As far as I know it is still there.

My family was coming home from our annual vacation trip this time out west. We watched the moon landing on a 13 inch black and white tv in our camper in Bimidji, North Dakota. So exciting!!!!

My family was on our annual summer vacation with a stop off in Syracuse, New York. I vividly remember watching Neil Armstrong walk on the moon in what I thought was a very exclusive motel restaurant/bar. We kids were running around the bar with glee. As an 8 year old, I was so excited to see history being made and feeling mature enough to watch it with grown ups in a bar. It was such an uplifting moment, I will never forget it!

I remember being 11 years old and really wanting to see it but we did not have a TV. My mom, dad, baby brother and sister and I were invited over to friends with a TV but my traditional parents did not believe that a little girl (me) really wanted to see it, so sent me outside to play- I played hide and seek and hid in the bushes outside the window where I could watch that historic moment ! I loved it - and my friends did not find me!

I was with several camp counselors and Scoutmasters at Camp Bomazeen Boy Scout camp on Great Pond of the Belgrade Lakes, Maine. We had the campers in bed and we had gathered in the messhall by the shores of the lake. In the corner by the sole coffee pot was a B 7 W portable tv. The antenae were rabitt ears, fully extended, tied to bare copper wire leading to fans of tin foil pinnen to the sloping rafters. We received two channels, both poorly. But with excitement we watched the fuzzy, double images and cheered our national resolve to succeed!

There were 16 of us, American Girl Scouts camped with thousands of Swiss and International Girl Guides scattered over the beautiful, if remote, Val di Blenio in southern Switzerland. We had no radios or TV's and so had not even seen the launch or heard of its success, but late at night after the younger girls had already crawled into their tents, someone came running from campfire to campfire, spreading the message "the Americans are on the moon!" So about 4 AM we US girls got up, sleepily pulled on our uniforms, left our various host Swiss groups and hiked 5 miles down the mountain in the dark, to a village where there was reported to be a television. We found it in a bar/butcher shop where sausages hung from the rafters, and watched the coverage on Swiss TV. We were so excited we hardly noticed that the commentary was, of course, all in Italian. I was 17 and it was my first trip abroad without my family, but the Italian Swiss villagers with whom we watched in that tiny bar welcomed us warmly, toasting us, the US and the successful moon walk.

We were at our summer house and had a black and white TV so we walked down the street to a friend's house - they had a "color TV". We sat around and watched the moon walk and when it was all over, it was a bit late for our hosts and they said "Hate to se you go but..." we all laughed and got together the next day to talk about it. History being made!

We were on vacation in Louisiana and celebrating our 23rd Wedding Anniversary with my family in Gretna, Louisiana. We all gathered around the TV in my cousins living room to watch the Moon Landing. We noticed my cousin was not with us so I went to see where she was and asked her to come watch the landing. Oh No! she said, when they step on the moon it will cause the earth to tilt and she did not want to see it happen, as we would all fall off of the earth. I'll never forget that day.

I was 10 years old the day the we walked on the moon the first time. As I say we, that is the way it felt, as if my family and I were there with them. We watched on my grandmother's small black and white tv. My grandmother was a very stern woman. She said "They are not really walking on the moon, that is set up in a hollywood studio, huh. My grandmother witnessed the invention of indoor plumbing, electric appliances, airplanes and spaceships, even the microwave, but I am completely sure she always doubted, we went to the moon togeather!
I dont know if she ever believed we really did it.

I was 17 just about to turn 18 and had just graduated from Montclair HS. I thought to myself, wow I am now out of High School, not really knowing what I wanted to do with my life, now an adult and a man is walking on the moon. What a great thing to see in my life time.

Well I ended up going to school, receiving my MS in Gerontology and am now working with seniors and loving every minute of my job.

Ontario, California

How could I forget July 20, 1969, the day our fourth child was born at the Three Rivers, MI hospital? We were busily packing up at our summer cottage to return to our home in East Lansing, but ended up by noon at the hospital. Thinking we had four weeks to get ready for the start of school, our July 20 detour to the delivery room was quite a surprise! There were only two mothers and babies there that day and the nurses moved at TV in to the room in anticipation of the big event on the moon. After twelve hours of waiting, I opted for the re-runs and fell asleep while a crowd of nurses and family filled my room. The nurses all said we should name our new baby Neil Armstrong Shank, but we chose Corey after our Corey Lake. Forty years later , Corey is celebrating his birthday at his home on Corey Lake, Three Rivers, MI, the eight generation of our family to live there.

I was working as a radio producer for the Russian Language Service of the Voice of America when Konstantin Grigorovich-Barsky (the Walter Cronkite of our staff) relayed to our audience in the Soviet Union what he was watching on television sets in our Studio No. 4. It was very rewarding to realize we were providing our Soviet audience with information that would have been otherwise unavailable to them.

My x-husband & I were living in Rome for a month while he attended language school. We did not have a TV in our student quarters. Thinking we'd not be able to see the moon landing, we spent the morning visiting the Coliseum. When we walked out we saw a small crowd of Italians in front of a shop window watching a TV set, so we walked across the street just in time to see the moon landing.As we stood there talking, the crowd became aware that we were Americans & lifted us both(including my 6'2"-x,who towered over all) up onto their shoulders cheering. The tears started streaming down my face; I have never felt prowder to be an American.

I was in Colorado Springs,Colo. at the Ramada Inn on Garden of the Gods road watching the landing on the lobby tv,and trying to get a date with the restaurant hostess who later be came my first wife.

I was touring Europe with a book in my hand.
The book, "Europe: $5 A DAY", lead me to Amsterdam.
I got a small room in the top of a unique home.
I hear a great amount of cheering in the large room below me. I later leraned the group of men were watching the First Man on the Moon. How proud I was to be an AMERICAN.

I was 21 and had just arrived in Paris, France during the moon landing. Since few Parisians had their own televisions, store owners had placed their TV's in their front windows and left them on all night so that people could watch this historic event. I'll never forget the excitement of total strangers hugging me and treating me as a hero, just because I happened to be an American, and we had safely landed on the moon.

I turned 13 in 1969 & I have a vivid memory of time & place when Neil Armstrong stepped foot on the moon. My parents had filled their station wagon with their 5 children & towing their pop-up trailer behind headed west from Kentucky for Colorado. We traveled with another family with children & met cousins from Missouri at a park in Kansas for the evening. We parked out campers under concrete mushroom shaped pavilions for the evening and set up camp, we kids had time to explore & we all had dinner before night. We brought along a small black & white TV & ran an extension cord from the restroom (there was no electric outlet at the pavilion). We placed the TV on a TV tray to watch the broadcast. I don't think many of the other campers had TVs. We had many fellow campers came by to see what was happening. I'll never forget looking up at the bright moon through the clear sky & straining to see if we could see the space ship, lunar lander & astronauts. I think we even had binoculars. I'll never forget my younger brother swearing he could "see" them! I remember great joy when as we saw Neil Armstrong take that historic 1st step & his unforgetable phrase, "One small step for man, one giant leap for mankind" at a campground in the middle of Kansas.

I was eight and watched with my parents and my siblings in the living room. The event had such an impact on me that my first published middle grade novel "Neil Armstrong is My Uncle and Other Lies Muscle Man McGinty Told Me" http://nanmarino.com/ takes place during that historic week in July 1969

My birhday is july 20th. I was six years old in 1969. I remember having my birthday party and everybody was glued to the t.v. I always remember that birthday.