This was the event, really. I was nine at the time, following closely with a decent grasp of the involved mechanics. For riveting wonder and excitement, nothing beat Apollo 8. Not Armstrong, not anything, this was it. Noone ever set off for the Moon before, and noone ever rode a Saturn V for that matter. All those who didn't live the sixties and their boundless can-do optimism: Envy those of us who did.

They didnt stream highres from space in those days. That photo had to wait until some days after landing. It was worth the wait.

[Written on train, excuse typos and shakiness]