wow. So many things. I remember the pit in my stomach on 9/11, because I just knew this was going to be an excuse for Bush to do something horrible. I remember JFK's funeral, because I was young enough to be upset that there were no cartoons on TV. I was at Girl Scout camp when we landed on the moon, but remember listening to the radio. I remember the 1986 Space Shuttle disaster - a different sort of pit in my stomach, but still...). I remember Columbine, because it happened here and I knew someone with children at school that day. I remember my aunt calling to tell me that Mom had died a few minutes before.
I remember happy things, too, although this doesn't really seem to be the theme today. I remember my son's fuzzy red hair when he was born and my mother's smile and running barefoot through the wet grass to see if the fairy in my grandmother's cherry tree had left any gifts. I'd rather mark my life by these memories, although the more publlc disasters provide a common background, I suppose. Sad, in a way, that our shared remembrances are so often tragic.
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2006-09-10 03:06 (UTC)I remember happy things, too, although this doesn't really seem to be the theme today. I remember my son's fuzzy red hair when he was born and my mother's smile and running barefoot through the wet grass to see if the fairy in my grandmother's cherry tree had left any gifts. I'd rather mark my life by these memories, although the more publlc disasters provide a common background, I suppose. Sad, in a way, that our shared remembrances are so often tragic.