I was eight, and it was awesome. And I don't mean the kind of "awesome" people use these days when they find out the fries don't cost extra; I mean the "inspiring actual jaw-dropping awe" kind we used back then. Scale made no sense; it was huge in ways that rockets (who hasn't fired a rocket of some kind as a kid?) shouldn't be, and your brain told you that it wasn't up to walking speed yet when it cleared the tower, so it was definitely coming back down any second now. Unfortunately, the best I could come up with at the time was "ho... ly... cow!!!"