I was at my dad's company picnic. He actually worked in quality control for what was North American Aviation, now Boeing. They actually made parts for the "Moonshot" as it was called. At that time, I cared less about a man landing on the moon. I was bored out of my head at the picnic. I remember thinking that all of the people huddled around the little television watching, were stupid. The picnic was held at some park by my dad's work and there was a rec center and they put a long extension cord out to where the picnic tables were so that they could hook up the TV. All of the grown-ups were huddled around it, watching so intently. I just happened to be walking by when it landed, so I saw it. Everybody clapped. I walked on with my best friend, who was also there with me. We were looking to see if there were any cute guys at the picnic. That is all we cared about.

Sigh. Such a silly girl.