I was barely 5 years old at that time, and the first time I was allowed to stay up that late and watch TV (Germany had the landing at something like 9 pm). My parents kept a German magazine with the most important pictures for me to see years later, when I was able to understand what had been happening.I have dreamed of doing since the first day this young girl child got plopped in front of the TV to watch Neil Armstrong land on the moon. I barely understood what I was seeing, another world, and we were stepping on it. I knew it was historic, and I knew a dream born at that moment.
I just don't know if my SF obsession came from this, or from effectively learning to read from my dad's stack of "Perry Rhodan" SF pulp series (those that haven't disintegrated now I still keep).