I was in my mid teens and walking home from a youth club event with a group of friends, through a local beauty spot. An older boy who I'd fancied from afar was clearly interested, which was very thrilling. He said he was going to London for a couple of weeks, but would I see him when he got back. I watched the moon landing with my dad, in a state of high teenage excitement which he probably thought was entirely due to the sight of history being made on our small black and white television!
The boy sent a postcard from London, but we never actually saw each other again. I occasionally wonder what happened!