I’ve seen a few things in my life. Not as many as my grandparents, or my parents, but a few.
I’ve been around for those moments, those moments that you’ll always remember exactly where you were.
January 28, 1986, the Space Shuttle Challenger disaster: High school, sophomore year, French class. It had just started to snow. When the announcement started, I thought they were going to send us home because of the weather.
January 16, 1991, Operation Desert Storm (aka the first Gulf War) begins: Duquesne campus, walking back to my dorm after dinner. One of my friends passed me on her way to a night class. “Have you heard?” she asked in a disgusted tone. “We’re at war.” I smoked marijuana for the first time that night.
November 3, 1992, Bill Clinton’s election victory: Rico’s house. I even remember that I was wearing a multi-colored striped turtleneck with a black mini skirt and tights. I had a crush on Rico.
February 1, 2003, the Space Shuttle Columbia disaster: The original Max & Erma’s in German Village, Columbus, Ohio. I was pregnant with Gabriel.
9/11: Florence, Italy, on our honeymoon.
November 4, 2008, 11 p.m. EST: Sitting on my couch (crying, of course).
January 20, 2009: Co-worker’s cubicle, watching a live video stream.
One thought on “History”
Isn’t it funny how we remember every detail of those life-impacting events?