The days of my life......

...and no, I've not gotten so desperate for human interaction that I've returned to watching soap operas.  LOL  I'm thinking about the days of MY life...the poignant moments that I can pull forward and say, "I remember where I was".

John F. Kennedy, November 22, 1963:  I don't remember that day, particularly.  I was five...I don't remember much of being that age anyway.  What I DO remember, is that three days later, on Jody's birthday, they buried him.

The capture of Saigon by the North Vietnamese army in April 1975 marked the end of the Vietnam War:  Yep, remember that one too.  My first thought on hearing that it was finally over, "now the troops can come home..right?!"  We all know now how that turned out.

The Space Shuttle Challenger disaster occurred on Tuesday, January 28, 1986:  I remember being off of work that morning because I had worked into the wee hours of the morning from the day before.  Hubby was home too, for some reason...maybe he was working nights, I don't remember.  We, like nearly the rest of the nation, were watching the shuttle liftoff that morning to see "the teacher" finally get into space. As I went from one room to the next, I saw the shuttle explode on TV, and nearly immediately thought..."they can't be alive"...I remembered just enough of missile dynamics to know that no one could survive that explosion well.

The September 11 attacks, 2001:  I remember Walker was just short of six months old and David Godfrey was home from one of the road-dog jobs for the moment.  Enron went tits up just before that and the job he was on went with it.  So, he was up with Walker that AM and I was still sleeping when he came into the bedroom and told me he needed me to get up, something had hit one of the towers.  Half awake and stumbling into the living room I saw the second plane hit, and then, within about thirty minutes, word was that a third plane was hijacked and head back east from Ohio, destination unknown.  A fourth plane was reported hijacked, and headed toward the White House, maybe.  It was a horrible few hours, watching it all happen, and then more horrible weeks as it unfolded to the disaster and tragedy that it became.

May 1st, 2011:  I was in bed last night reading when my iPhone kept pinging me to let me know I had new mail.  I had forgotten to turn off that thingy that does that.  One of the mails was an update from the local news saying that bin Laden was dead, killed by US forces.  I had already shut the house down for the night but got back up, fired the computer back up and started trying to find out if any of it was true.  It seemed a lifetime ago our nation started hunting this guy for his part in the atrocities of September 11th, 2001...can it only be less than ten years?!

Ten years.....really!?!  Was it only ten years ago that life starting falling apart?  Only ten years ago when fear became the middle name for our nation?  Really?!?!  Wow, it seems like longer than that.