Tell me the most historical event in your lifetime.?

Question:answer these questions. how did you feel?
how old were you?
how did you react?
what were you thinking?
if you could would you relive this moment and why?

PLEASE ANSWER.

Best Answer - Chosen by Asker: answer these questions. how did you feel?
how old were you?
how did you react?
what were you thinking?
if you could would you relive this moment and why?

PLEASE ANSWER.

The moon landing. I felt very excited to be witnessing something of that magnitude. I watched it on TV, of course, and Walter Cronkite was the main commentator. I was 26 years old at the time, a wife and the mother of three. It was just the most amazing thing I ever saw. To imagine men actually standing on the surface of the moon was mind-boggling. I took several pictures of what was happening on the TV, and I still have some of them.

My thoughts were about the bravery of those three men, and what their families must be going through.

I would like to relive it because I'm more mature now and have more understanding of what's going on. I think I'd be even more appreciative of what I was witnessing.

birth
just born
i was scared
cant remember
no it would be weird

The most historical event for most of us is that our names will never go down into history.
For myself I am not too bothered by it.

i dislocated my shoulder.
i felt like i was dying !
i was....14... i think.
i screamed like no 2morro
if someone doesnt take me to the hospital quick. im going to kill myself lol
NO. HECK NO ! because that was the worse pain i've ever felt.

My parents kept me up late to watch the moon landing. I was sitting in our living room and looking at the men on the moon on TV and the moon out the window. I was in awe that anyone could go there and walk around. Yeah, I'd love to be that young again.

It was the birth of my daughter.
I felt pain until the epidural, then i felt GREAT!
i was 35
i cried
i was thinking "why didn't she make noise when she came out?"
i would relive it cuz it was THE best day of my LIFE!

These are my favourites probably not the most historical.
The fall of the Berlin Wall in November, 1989 is my favourite historical event, of my lifetime.
My second favourite is Australia winning the America's Cup in 1983.

I was ecstatic both times.
I was an adult.
For the Berlin Wall I got the kids out of bed to watch the historic event.
For the America's Cup I was late for work because I watched the last race to the end. The majority of Australia was late for work that day.
For the Berlin Wall it meant the end of the Cold War era.
For the America's Cup it meant the end of the US stranglehold on the yacht race.

No I love the memories I don't want to relive any of it.

The Death of President Tancredo Neves In Brazil. The people had hope for the first time to experience democracy and he was killed (in my belief).
I was 14
I was chocked
I was wondering who killed him.
No, that was enough.

when I received Jesus
I felt a relieve and free
24
I cried
Why doesn't this place have Kleenex's
Yes at a much younger age, say 2

having lived throufght the assination of two Kennadys, MLK, Malcolm X, race riots, moon landings, the advent of computers for all, the Fall of The Berlin Wall.....I think the most historical event of the fall of the Soviet Union. That signaled the end of the possibility of world wide atomic war between the two major superpowers. When I realized the Soviet Empire was no more, I knew that we had won the Cold War.

Do I want to relive that moment? No. Once was enough.

I am more than 60 years old / young. Historical event in my personal life means, my mind changed to atheism due to my friends & teachers in my young age; then changed to believer of God in my 30s because of astrological knoledge.My strong faith & belief full filled my ambition by drawn into spritual life in Jan 1986 and made to realise / visualise THe God in November !986 in a Full Moon Day. I am fully a realised person now and enjoing the life in a satisfied manner because of meditation & introspection..

I saw the explosion of the space shuttle Challenger live on TV in 1986 (I was 13 at that time), and the fall off the WTC live from across the East River in 2001. Both were such overwhelming experiences that it was hard to come to terms with the gravity of what was happening while watching it take place.

I see no reason to want to relive either moment- sharing the stories with my kids will be enough.

As a very little girl (slightly past 3 1/2), I sat on the front steps of our house in a small college town in West Virginia and listened to the fire siren while my mother explained that there was no fire--the war (WWII) was over. I didn't really know how to react, since the war had been going on all my life. The next day (it seems), my mother told me that, since it was over, we should no longer say "Jap" but should say "Japanese," because they were no longer our enemies.

A little over 18 years later, while I was working on a report in a graduate student office at the University of Maryland, a classmate walked in with an incredulous expression on her face and asked, "Does anyone have a radio? I just heard that Kennedy's been shot." The rest of the afternoon was a swirl of looking for a radio, making telephone calls, and finally sitting in a dark classroom with another classmate and watching Air Force One return to Washington--Jackie Kennedy still in her blood-stained suit, and Lyndon Johnson coming down the ramp to the waiting microphones, taking his speech out of his pocket, and then putting on his glasses to read it. It was that gesture that brought home to me that an era had ended. The following weekend, as I returned to Maryland on the bus after Thanksgiving, there were several billboards along the road bearing only the words "November 22, 1963."

Then on a Saturday morning almost exactly forty years ago, my fiance' called me early to tell me that Martin Luther King, Jr., had been assassinated. We had been planning to go to my parents' for the weekend, and as we drove through the city, everything was eerily quiet. The one black person we had passed on our way to the car had seemed not to see us.

Then in the summer of 1969, my new husband (who was then working for NASA) and I sat up in some friends' living room to watch the Apollo 11 landing. Before Neil Armstrong stepped off the bottom rung of the ladder and made his statement, the words "We're on the moon! We're on the moon!" flashed across the screen.

Most recently, of course, was September 11, 2001. I was on my way to my job as a college professor when I heard the news on the car radio, and one of my first thoughts was to hope that the Muslim students at my college wouldn't be harmed. The college closed soon after my one class that day, and as I drove home, along some of the same route I had driven in April 1968, the city was again eerily quiet. My church held a special service that evening, but my husband and my sister talked me out of going out.

The first major historical event that impressed itself upon me was the assassination of President Kennedy. I was only seven at the time, but even I had heard of him, I'd seen pictures in magazines of him and his family, and i remember feeling quite shocked. i wouldn't want to relive that.

I remember the moment when Apollo 13 came down in the sea and we found out everyone on board was still alive, that was an exciting moment that also felt good. I was watching it on the telly and I remember how glad everyone was.

other positive happenings in my lifetime i recall with pleasure are the destruction of the Berlin Wall and the ending of aprtheid in South Africa.

I don't think I would want to relive any of them though, I want to go on and see what is going to happen next.