I was 12 years old when my Dad pulled me with one night of notice from school to travel with him to the desert wasteland around Edwards AFB. At the time, he worked as the aviation editor for the Arizona Republic newspaper, and he was there to cover the first landing of an orbiting space shuttle--Columbia on STS-1. We got there a day before the launch and waited for the landing, spending time interviewing test pilots, astronauts and NASA officials. I spent a lot of time speechless, in awe of the people I was meeting and jets I was seeing. The whole base was on display.
On the morning of the landing, Columbia announced itself with a double sonic boom after it passed nearly right overhead, moving FAST from west to east. It swooped in a huge arc to the south, then reversed direction back towards the runway it had overflown. While on "base leg", a single sonic boom again racked the silence. Everyone watched mezmerized; cameras were clicking away, but many jaws were agape at this spacecraft turned glider returning to earth before our very eyes.
Now subsonic and on final, it came in at an incredibly steep angle--you could see the flight surfaces on the trailing edge of the wing. We were not sure all was well with how fast & steep it was coming down! It seemed at the last second the nose came up, the gear sprang out, and it touched down much softer than anyone would have guessed watching the approach to landing. It rolled down the dry lake bed runway, coming to a stop towards the departure end where the press was huddled, about a quarter+ mile away. It was other-worldly feeling at the time, surreal at the very least. Our cameras didn't stop until we had shot all the B&W film readily available.
My Dad passed away in 2002, but I'll never forget that trip he took me on.