Although I was quite keen on the Apollo project (largely because Heinz were giving away very large space photographs taken by Apollo 8 if you collected enough baked bean tin labels - and I luuuurrrrrved baked beans!) I was not impressed by Apollo 11. I would have been eight years old at the time and I remember the whole school being summoned to sit on the hard floor in the hall for more than an hour, waiting for coverage of the moon landings to be shown. The teachers told us it was historic and something we would remember for the rest of our lives. I certainly remember straining to see a clapped out 22" television set beset by interference which showed a dreadful monochrome broadcast of old men wearing suits, ties, horn-rimmed glasses and slicked hair. Eventually they broadcast a repeat of the moon landing, but it was so grainy that a teacher thumped the television; unfortunately, we then lost the picture altogether. So we had to endure the hard floor and the old men with the ugly glasses for another hour or so until the next repeat came along. If it lasted thirty seconds, that was all and the picture quality was so bad that a lot of children were unaware of having seen it. In the meantime, the sun was shining and I was missing playtime.
Yes, I remember it well.