I remember that. I would've been 14. I remember thinking the Soviets were gonna be so upset over East Germany that they were gonna start World War 3. (Had I know the background and everything leading up to it, I surely wouldn't have thought that.) So for about the next week I was worried nukes were gonna start flying.
In the fifth grade the Murrah Building occurred about a half an hour away from where I lived. I was in school at the time and we heard a boom and saw smoke off in the distance. Since I lived on the base (it was the one year I was in private school) my mom came and yanked my sibs and me out immediately because she knew it would be harder to get back on the base once school was out. (They tightened up security like crazy. When 9/11 hit, I had to go home with a friend because they weren't letting the school buses on the base.)
*coughs slightly* The Apollo 11 moon landing 1969 - Neil Armstrongs first steps and I clearly remember watching the capsule landing in the sea. I wasn't quite 8 then, but I loved watching them all.
Oh man. I'm totally on the other end of the spectrum here! Mine would be 9/11. I was not quite seven. My mother called me into the television room, and there was the footage, just playing over and over... I vaguely understood, but mostly what I understood was that people were dead. My brother didn't understand and didn't understand, lucky him- he wasn't five yet.
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