When Kennedy was shot.
I was in my parents living room. (this is according my mother because I was 3 years old)
When Neil Armstrong stepped on the moon. I was in Windham, NH (parents living room again) watching it on my parents 25 inch RCA. I was celebrating my 9th birthday with my brother Rick. July 20, 1969. My mother made a cake in the shape of the Lunar command module. She also gave Rick and I Apollo 11 drinking glasses."One small step for man, one giant leap for man kind". I'll never forget that day.
When Beatles disbanded:
I can remember exactly where I was when I heard the news but I remember my sister Anne crying like a baby because she loved John Lennon. I remember going home and playing Yellow Submarine over and over to drive her crazy. She went to my parents and they made me stop torturing her.
