I was in Subic Bay in the Philippines for the moon landings...:)
Hot, extremely humid to the point of shirt-drenching, brilliant and sunny, and we watched it on a small black and white television in a carport converted into a room on our house.
All we could see was a jet black screen with an intermittently visible, indistinguishable white smear or blob.
And yet it was one of the highlights of your life.
I’m not sure that I actually remember the moon landing itself, but re-entry and the three huge red and white parachutes are seared in my then six-year old mind. That just amazed me.