I was camping on the beach with my cousins in Ensenada, Mexico.
We were playing the license plate game on the way back and did not have the radio on, when we got back home the neighbor came over and showed us a special edition of the newspaper with big letters NIXON RESIGNS.
We all just stood there and looked at each other, and then my uncle says, “Well, this camper aint gonna unpack itself! So hop to to it and get yer stuff”.
I was 13 that summer. We were far too busy being teenagers, swimming, riding bikes, trading baseball cards and such to even have paid a whole lot of attention to Nixon.
I basically remember it happening and thinking “huh - the president quit - wierd” and that’s about it. I don’t remember specifically what I was doing, where I was, etc.
Now, ask me where I was and what I was doing when Challenger exploded and I can give you a description worthy of a photograph.
But Nixon? Didn’t really even care at that age.
I was just beginning to enjoy the warm comfort of my mother’s womb, and would for the next 8 months. 
I was 14 going on 15, and I was over at my friend’s house where we played a lot of chess and Avalon Hill games and looked through his telescope. We watched the resignation speech along with his dad, a real grumpy, crusty, right-wing old character. When the speech was done and the network news talking heads came on, his dad grumbled, “Oh, now they’re gonna tell us what he just said.” I thought that was the funniest thing I heard.
I was 13 and a CIT (counselor-in-training) at Girl Scout camp.
Our patrol had a couple of “off campground” days, so we packed up and went to our counselor’s parents’ cottage somewhere in the middle of the woods in Plymouth. When the 8 of us entered the cottage, her parents had their eyes locked on the TV and kept whispering “Shush!”
And there was Tricky Dick right there on TV.
At the time I didn’t understand the ramifications of his resignation, but I had the feeling just by looking at him that there was something not quite right with him. Because of that, I felt sad.
As for the Watergate hearings, I remember that all too well, too…it was televised on all 3 major networks and all the regularly scheduled shows were suspended. Funny the only person I remember testifying is John Dean for some reason…maybe because of his glasses?
I’d been watching the hearings every day after school for a long time, and it had been so obvious what was going to happen that I don’t have a special memory of the speech itself. It was actually an anticlimax.
I’ll certainly agree that the experience shaped my understanding of the amount of responsibility the citizenry of a democracy has for keeping the politicians we hire accountable to us. Different generations seem to have their own defining experiences regarding their attitudes toward government, and Watergate was mine’s.
I was but a glimmer in my parents’ eyes at that point in history.
Most likely rubbing dirt in my hair, or some such thing, as I was 3 years old at the time.
Probably learning how to crawl. Someone tried to make me feel old not too long ago by pointing out that Nixon was President when I was born, which I had never realized.
I was 12. My grandmother had been glued to the TV through the whole thing whenever she wasn’t at work, as was my Mom (my Dad got pretty sick of it fast and just got Mom to recap.). Us kids just wanted the damn thing to go away so we could watch Star Trek in the afternoons, but Mom wanted us to watch it because it was important.
The thing I remember most was Grandma yelling at the TV and calling Nixon everything but human. Cussing even, which made more of an impression on me than the news on TV at the time.
For the life of me I can’t remember exactly what particular thing irked her so that, until she died, any mention of Nixon was met with very vocal derison by her.