I was 10, going on 11 (put away the calculators, that means I'm 50, going on 51) and we were on a cross-country car trip. We had stopped at Soap lake, WA and while we were walking across the beach back to the car, a guy laying on a blanket listening to the radio suddenly jumped up and started yelling "They did it! They did it! They landed on the Moon!
We were on our way to some friends of my parents who lived not too far away and my dad drove as fast as he could, but by the time we got there the EVA was over and I had missed it.
I was
so disappointed that my mom felt sorry enough to let me stay home from school to watch the Apollo 12 landing. Wouldn't you know it, just moments after it was unpacked, the TV camera they were using was accidentally pointed at the Sun and burned out.