Fifty years ago, 1969... sitting on the sofa with my Mum and Dad with my eyes wide open watching black and white TV. About 8pm the Apollo 11 lunar module landed on the moon. Then, nothing.
“Are they coming out?”
We waited. And waited. I fell asleep. We all fell asleep. Then at 4am Mum woke us up. “They are about to climb out!”
It was really grainy. Hard to make out.
A foot appeared on the ladder. Then two. The slow, slow descent. Then a gingerly placed footstep on the surface. The crackling speech. “One small step...”
We couldn’t believe it. Anything was possible. From The Sea of Tranquillity to our sofa, it seemed like a future was rushing towards us