This child of the seventies has just had her non-faith in government renewed once more (when the president is forced to resign just as you're taking civics in high school, it leaves a scar).
Different kind of scar: JFK was assassinated on my fifteenth birthday. I think I was in my thirties before I could get most of the way through November 22 without remembering that.
I'm not old enough to remember JFK (I'm told my mother was taking me for a walk in my stroller when a neighbor came outside and told her what had just happened).
I'm not sure I'll ever get through a September 11th without remembering, though.
The closest I've ever been to NYC is taking a ferry to the Statue of Liberty from the Jersey side, just under two years before 9/11. I have photos of the towers wreathed in fog that I took from the ferry.
I was in Yosemite National Park on 9/11, staying in a (TV-less) tent cabin in the valley. I was waked up by a bunch of schoolkids yelling something like "they've bombed New York!" I thought, I wonder what movie they were watching last night, then went for an all-day hike, and didn't find out it was for real until I got onto the shuttle bus at the trailhead that evening. I went looking for the nearest TV, and ended up in the bar of the Ahwahnee Hotel with several hundred other people watching footage I just couldn't believe. I left for home the next day, and I have to say I've never seen so many American flags along the roadside, all the way back to Washington state, as I did those two days on the road.
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I'm not sure I'll ever get through a September 11th without remembering, though.
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Nor I. I grew up in NYC, though I wasn't there at the time. This is how it hit me.
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The closest I've ever been to NYC is taking a ferry to the Statue of Liberty from the Jersey side, just under two years before 9/11. I have photos of the towers wreathed in fog that I took from the ferry.
I was in Yosemite National Park on 9/11, staying in a (TV-less) tent cabin in the valley. I was waked up by a bunch of schoolkids yelling something like "they've bombed New York!" I thought, I wonder what movie they were watching last night, then went for an all-day hike, and didn't find out it was for real until I got onto the shuttle bus at the trailhead that evening. I went looking for the nearest TV, and ended up in the bar of the Ahwahnee Hotel with several hundred other people watching footage I just couldn't believe. I left for home the next day, and I have to say I've never seen so many American flags along the roadside, all the way back to Washington state, as I did those two days on the road.
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