It’s unbelievable to me, that it has been 50 years, since humans first wandered around on the surface of the moon.

I watched it all live on TV, the launch, the journey, entering lunar orbit, the landing, and those famous, first giant steps. I was 6 and a half years old.

All of the build up and publicity surrounding the 50th anniversary has me probing deep into my brain, to see how much I can recall. 

Looking back on it now, I don’t feel like the current media nostalgia is capturing the unprecedented hype of the era. Everything was about space, from films and television programmes, to the artwork on cereal boxes. Nearly all products, and adverts, found a way to have a space-related theme. 

I remember one weird product, which was some sort of space food, that came in a tube, like toothpaste. It was chocolate flavour, with the consistency of cake frosting, but fortified with vitamins and minerals. It was exactly as appetising as it sounds. But it was from space! It’s what the astronauts were eating!

Tang. Tang is a powdered orange drink that the astronauts brought with them into space. It was advertised on television constantly. Maybe it still exists, I don’t live in America anymore. It was very sweet and very artificial. But it was from space! It’s what the astronauts were drinking! On the moon!

Can you feel my excitement? I was six and this was the coolest thing human beings had ever done, in the history of human beings. 

I remember thinking, now that we have been to the moon, we would start visiting all the other planets. It makes sense, that the progress would continue, exponentially and unhindered. How wrong six-year-old me was back then.  

The build up was immense, because I think people have forgotten, there were many Apollo missions before number 11 landed on the surface. The previous missions leading up to it, were also exciting and were covered just extensively. I watched them all, but nothing compared to Apollo 11. It was the culmination of years of anticipation, leading up to this huge event.

I was born into the space age, it really was a thing back in the olden days of my childhood. It was exciting, we thought it would usher in an era of great discoveries and before long, all of our lives would be exactly like Star Trek. I have not seen society have the same level of optimism, since. 

Every kid I knew was obsessed with space. We thought we might all travel there one day. I had space themed pyjamas, loads of space toys, a space lunch box, an astronaut GI Joe with a space capsule, an astronaut helmet, and even astronaut space boots. I had it all, as did all of my friends. We played make-believe space mission games too, pretending we were walking on the moon, or fighting monsters on Mars.

What I want to convey to you is this sense of optimism that surrounded all of this, was infectious. If we could send people to the surface of the moon, gosh darn it, we were unstoppable, progress was unstoppable. We could do anything!

Obviously, it hasn’t really quite worked out that way, but at the time, this unbridled optimism was intoxicatingly seductive and it just bought us all a fancy dinner.  We were ready for dessert. 

On the day of the landing, everyone was excited, not just me. You could feel it in the air. It was on everyone’s mind. It was the first time someone from our planet, from our species, had set foot on another celestial body, in space. Every bit of human ingenuity and knowledge that existed up to this point in time, made this possible. We were a space-faring race, we could now travel the stars.

The lunar lander, the “lem”, as the men in headsets, in Houston called it, landed on the surface of the moon that afternoon, east coast time. “Fire retro rockets”, said ground control. I wasn’t sure what a retro rocket was, but I knew one day, I would be firing my own.

My mother knew I wanted to stay up to see the astronauts climb out of the lem and take their first steps on the surface, which was expected to happen late that night. She understood my desire to witness this momentous moment, but she also knew I was six and a half years old. She encouraged me to have a nap, but naps were for babies and I politely declined. I was far too excited to think about closing my eyes for one single second. Instead, I was glued to the television all day, watching everything. 

As the day went on, the anticipation rose. There was rolling coverage on all three national TV networks. Back then, in America that’s all there was, three main channels. I know we were watching CBS, because I remember Walter Cronkite. He was the most trusted man in America at the time. I don’t think America has one of those, anymore. 

My entire family was gathered around our RCA 23 inch colour television as the astronauts prepared to step outside. There were 8 of us there, including me. My oldest half brother, his wife and their two very young children, drove over an hour, so we could all be together to watch history unfold. They joined me, both of my parents and my younger brother, who was only 3 years old at the time as we waited for it to finally happen. 

As the magic moment approached, my 6 year old eyelids struggled to stay aloft, but I managed to make it all the way to the main event, many hours after my normal bedtime. Adrenaline is an amazing thing. 

My eyeballs were glued to the screen, as live images of  Neil Armstrong climbing out of the lem and descending down that long ladder were beamed into our family room. I, along with millions of people around the world, witnessed the first human being to set foot on the surface of the moon. One giant step…..

It was a historic moment of human achievement. Perhaps the pinnacle of human exploration and innovation. It’s debatable if we have ever topped it, or if we ever will. It was certainly the most significant world event of my childhood, perhaps even my entire life.

I was so tired, so very tired. My mother ushered me off to bed. She said she was glad I stayed up, glad I got to see this most amazing, historic event. She said one day I would tell my own children about it.

I don’t have any children. So I am telling all of you about it instead.

The northlondonhippy is an anonymous author, online cannabis activist and recreational drug user, who has been writing about drugs and drug use for over 15 years.  In real life, the hippy is a senior multimedia journalist with over 30 years experience of working in the industry. 

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