Perhaps the rovers on Mars.
I was 13; saw the landing, slept and was awakened at some awful hour to watch Armstrong’s step onto the Moon.
Eighth :smack:
I was in New York for the Odd Fellows UN Pigrimage. At the time of landing, I was wandering through Macy’s, but I was back in my room in the Hotel McAlpin in time to see Armstrong step onto the surface.
I was eight years old. My parents had separated, and we were at my dad’s girlfriend’s house, where they were having a big pool party to celebrate. We all went in to watch the landing, then went back outside and jumped in the pool.
I watched it on TV with my brother and my mom (dad was working). I was 6.
I was in kindergarten, playing with blocks… family lore has it that when I was asked why I didn’t want to watch, I replied “so what, the moon’s always been there.”
a realist at age 4!
One of my treasured memories:
I was on vacation with my family camping somewhere near Lake Michigan. One of the other families at the camp ground had a portible TV set, which was a nearly unheard of novelty in that era. They went around the campground and invited everyone to see the first ever moon walk.
So you had maybe 100-150 people watching Neal Armstrong on perhaps a 6" diagonal screen. Few had a very good view. Some had binoculars and were giving a play-by-play for those around them, and were being shussed by those trying to hear neal say “That’s one step for…”
Between my excitement at seeing the first human on the moon, the heat, and the mosquitos, my family didn’t get much sleep that night.
Incidentally, the software product that has paid my salary for the past 20 years was originally developed to keep track of parts needed for the moon mission. link
For anyone familiar with IMS, this is kind of a hoot:
Wow—those must have been really strong binoculars!
I was seven years old and my parents and I watched it in a hotel room - we were on vacation, but I don’t remember where.
News Item: SDMB member bludgeoned to death before attackers notice winking smiley :smack: Sorry
Eight years old. After watching Neil A. step out I ran outside to look at the moon. I was so excited I thought I would explode. I had been following the space program since I was old enough to be aware of it and nothing fired my imagination more.
Finally at age 44 I’m going to see the Kennedy Space Center this Monday. I feel like a kid again. I wonder if the local Blockbuster has a copy of The Reluctant Astronaut.
TV room, my parents’ home. (Age 20, living on my own over two years, but TV-less.) My grandmother, who remembered hearing about the Wright brothers’ flight as a teenager, was also there watching.
I was at my grandparent’s house, as my folks were on vacation in Colorado. I was fourteen, and I was so keyed up that when Armstrong stepped out of the capsule and climbed down to the surface my eyes literally* could not make sense * of the images they were viewing. I never turned away, but I couldn’t “see” it! Later of course it was replayed and then I could tell what was going on.
I looked at my grandfather, born in October of 1900, and thought that in one lifetime he had gone from horse and buggy to men on the moon. It was clear hear in Topeka, and I went outside that night and looked up, thinking “There’s people up there!”
About Apollo 13, I remember that when their danger was known there was a prayer said for them in our church, Sunday morning. It surprised me, as services at our church rarely seemed to take note of what was going on in the secular world.
A hair standing on end thought. Thanks!
BTW, the assembled Saturn IV, Apollo and LEM were longer than the Wright Brother’s first flight. 
What is this TV device that you speak of? I was working at a satellite tracking station in the Falkland Islands and all we had to keep us in touch was VoA on short wave. Sure kept us glued to the 'speaker, though.
I was either in my bassinet, or my mother was breastfeeding me.
I was 19 years old.
Just kidding, I was like 2 months old.
I was still baking. Wasn’t born Til November.
I always found it absolutely astonishing that we went from no heavier-than-air aircraft to space flight within the lifespan of many people.
I was on an ocean liner, the SS United States, sailing from New York to Le Havre, France with my parents. We were part of a large crowd packed into the bar (I was 14, but they let me in), listening on the radio. When the first words from the moon came over the airwaves ("… Tranquility Base here. The Eagle has landed!") the whole group jumped up and cheered, then began some serious drinking (except for me, dammit!).
I was five, but I clearly remember watching it in my grandmother’s living room in Tangier (Morocco). Grainy black and white images. My great aunt was with me, and when I asked her how big the moon was, she told me it was ‘just a little bit bigger than Gibraltar’.