I was 11 years old. We lived in a brown ranch-style house in a working class neighborhood in San Pedro, CA. That day our house was full of friends. All of us kids had spent hours in the swimming pool in the backyard. Our parents made us all get out and come into the living room. There we watched in amazement as the first man walked on the moon. After watching the TV for a while all, we kids ran outside and stared up at the moon looking for the astronauts.





I can't imagine how amazing that must have been.
Posted by: Eleanor | July 21, 2009 at 11:41 AM