There are a few big moments in every generation that get people asking, “Where were you when…?”
For my generation it has been:
“…. Princess Diana died?”
I don’t remember this, but I do remember my mom watching the funeral coverage with a box of tissues.
“…. the planes hit the Twin Towers?”
I was a freshman at JC. I actually woke up in time to get to my first class. I was in line to take a shower. A girl shouted down the hall for everyone to come quick a plane just hit a twin tower. I saw the second plane hit.
“….Ã‚Â Obama became the President of the United States of America.
I was making mac n’ cheese for my boys, salting their lunch with my tears. What can I say, the whole even made me cry.
I wanted the boys to know what they were doing when this historic moment happened. I know they won’t remember, so for them….
They didn’t care so much about the man on the TV. However, Michael loved seeing the presentation of the gaurds. I told Michael that the soldiers were marching. Michael’s face lit up. He began to scream “MARCHING!” He then said, “Mommy MARCH!” So I picked him up and we marched while the soldiers marched on TV. Then Michael wanted to march himself. You wouldn’t know he was marching if he hadn’t been screaming “MARCHING!” Michael’s march is somewhere between a hop and a run. It is hillariously cute. I love him.Ã‚Â So much.