First on moon, modest to the end

When we were visiting last weekend my father-in-law asked me where I was when Armstrong walked on the moon.

After a moment of thinking he was kidding with me I realized he was serious. Not to mention my husband, his son, is older than I am, he still asked me.

Um, yeah. I wasn't born yet.

He looks unconvinced. Well, it was in what, '69?

Yeah. Not born yet. My older brother wasn't born yet either.

He still looks dubious and laughs nervously.

Really. NOT. BORN. YET. 

Ask me about the Challenger. That one I remember.