I went to the opening, just after my 10th birthday, with my sisters and parents. It was a memorable day. We didn't have much money back then and our parents took us to free events whenever possible. I took my first ever photos, of balloons and of naval ships, with my (new to me) Box Brownie camera. My pride and joy!
I ended up going to quite a few performances there in the 1970s and 1980s until I married and left NSW. It was always special to visit the Opera House.
We have a family connection to the building through one of my grandmother's brothers, an artist who held an exhibition there in 1978. The Opera House mural, Salute to 5 Bells, is his "six degrees of separation" story.