I was 11 years old, and it just doesn't get any better than that! Me and my dad and brother were all jumping up and down, hugging each other in the basement (This was long before the days of the high-five, or we'd have been doing that, too.) Mom had gone upstairs, she could not watch because she was so nervous.
Non-baseball and off-topic, but my other all-time fav is Michael's call of the US victory over the USSR, otherwise known as the "Do you believe in miracles?" call.