In the early hours of 21st July, 1969, my Dad woke me (age 4), and carried me downstairs so that he could hold me in front of the telly as Neil Armstrong took a giant leap for Mankind. Mum thought Dad was crazy. I shall forever be in his debt.
I must have seen that footage several hundred times since, so I cannot hand-on-heart say that I remember the live event, rather than some re-run. But I saw it: that’s the important thing—as Dad fully appreciated.