Woe woe woe feelings.. no.. jk
just trying to put into words my feelings this weekend.. it is a strange one.. The space shuttle reminded me of things I havn't thought of in years.. really took me back to 1986, and I wonder where have I come in those 17 years.. wow.. 17 years.. I have bean out of highschool almost as long as I was in school.. life is slipping away.. but that isn't what it is.. The thing is I so vivedly remember walking through the halls of my high school.. and that one kid comming up to me.. I think his name was scott.. I know if I paged through my yearbook I would spot him in a second.. anyway.. he came up to me and said did you hear the space shuttle exploded.. I thought it was a joke..It wasn't I didn't see the footage until I got home from school.. I didn't really believe it until I got home, and there it was on every channel. The trail of exhaust going into space and then splitting off into 3 columns and one white cloude in the middle. Funny, in my mind it happened in the same time space as Reagen getting shot. I remember that cutting in over and over and over again. They wonder why our generation is so strange...they kept interupting our cartoons for people getting killed.. I even have a vague memory of the Vietnam war.. I remember seeing people in a trench shooting at each other.. My parents tell me that it couldn't be.. I think it was.. I don't think it was a documentary.
Flashes of an image burned on my mind
were they real
My parents tell me know
but they feel so real they must be
whey would they tell me they wern't true
if they were.
What can they hide from me now
I'm 34 These images won't hurt me now
Music listend to nothing.
I did have a great brunch with my parents.. I had a wild mushroom omlet with swiss cheese.. mmmmm yummy, and I don't like breakfast.
Moral of the day: Car rides are scarriest in the passanger seat.
Posted by bilzabub at February 2, 2003 11:25 PMthat's kinda weird. I have a foggy memory of seeing fighting on tv, too. and of course, reagan and challenger...
Posted by: jeremyw on February 5, 2003 09:02 AMIsn't it amazing how well we can remember some things?
I can remember exactly where I was and what I was doing both when the Challenger exploded(Sitting in my office on the phone with an agent, when the house line rang I said goodbye and answered. It was a family friend Alan saying turn on the TV. I did and then went into the kitchen to tell the rest of my family.)
And when Reagan was shot.(Playing frisbee with my brothers in the Boston Commons..this guy was rollerskating by and he just threw on the brakes right in front of me. He was wearing a Walkman. He looked at me in such a strange way I actually looked to see how close my brothers were to me as I was more that a liitle afraid of him at that moment. He slowly pulled off his phones and said really softly but I was so close I heard him perfectly and remember it word for word..."they just said..they just said..on the radio..somone just shot the president...and then he just skated off as fast as he could go....We had parked the bus in this area for tour busses. I ran over to Rick and Toby and relayed what this guy had said and we literally ran back to the bus to turn on the TV. We spent the rest of the day watching..we ended up leaving the bus door open and the sound turned up because 25-35 people were crowded all around the front door and along the side of the bus (where you could still see the TV through the window) to watch events unfold. It is hard to imagine that was 20 some years ago...
But what is really kinda creepy is how clearly I remember when Kennedy was assassinated.
I was three. I can tell you what I was doing, what room we watched all the reports from, and where and when we watched the funeral. I remember seeing my brother Toby playing with this yellow duck on the floor(he was just 1). But mostly I remember my Mom crying and crying, with Rick sitting on one side of her and me on the other, on the brown couch in the playroom with Toby on the floor, crying because Mom was. Mom used to do this thing on us..she would take her hand and put it on top of our heads and her thumb would rest along our temples. She would rub her thumb up the hairline against the grain and it sorta pulled your hair but it was soothing too..it was something she did when she read to us, and when we were sick..sort of absent mindedly..I can remember her doing that to us for the whole day. I also remember we ate Cheerio's for dinner.
I wonder what it is about events like this, that bore themselves so deeply into our minds that we can recall them so clearly so many years later?
Posted by: jack on February 5, 2003 12:59 PM