One of the first sad nights of my life. I was riding in the back seat, ten years old at night, listening to the radio tell us about The Moon Landing. That was exciting, but mixed with sad.
Our family was heading over to the next town to comfort a sudden widow. We were once neighbors, and we kids were all about the same ages...but now their father had died.
That's my memory of the night of the Moon landing. Ten years old at night.
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