Now, three years later, this thread re-opens. I've had other experiences that were moving, profound, or just a lot of fun.
When the Apollo program finally put Neil Armstrong on the moon, Dad and I stayed up to watch. It was late in our time zone but we stayed the course. (Counts as "profound".)
Dad and I were not sports fans but we were in Washington DC in 1974 and had the chance to attend the first home game of the Washington Capitals hockey team. They played against the Chicago Blackhawks and won. I had a chance to explain ice hockey to Dad, who was himself a football person. I was more ecumenical about sports at the time. Like the old joke, "we went to a fight and a hockey game broke out." We also had a chance to see just how rough the sport could be when Keith Magnussen stopped a slap-shot on goal, leading with his chin. The game stopped for several minutes and when they got him to stand up, his white "away game" short had streaks of red. Two guys helped him up and supported him as the took him off the ice. He was definitely in another dimension at the time. His lights were on but nobody was home. (Counts as "fun.")
When I got married and not long after that my stepson turned me into a grandpa, holding my brand new grandson for the first time fell into the "moving" category.
