We watched all of the televised takeoffs. My dad was a big space fan. I remember watching the moon landing live, or as live as they could get it, with my family. I remember it as evening, but have no clear memory of a time. I was in the 8th grade. I remember what struck me most, was the sudden reality that ‘outer space’ went on forever. That there was no floor or ceiling to the universe. The thought was both awesome and frightening, and gave me nightmares for months, until I could reconcile that fact.