This post is taken, in part, from a post I made in 2010. This year, I was so busy due to NaNoWriMo (National Novel Writing Month) and preparing for a trip to my mother in law (150 miles from us) that I never even thought about November 22. But next year, 1963, will be the 50th anniversary of the event that no one my age will ever forget.
For an entire generation, that day defined us: the day President Kennedy was assassinated. We can all tell you, we people of my generation, exactly where we were and what we were doing.
So can another generation for December 7, and still another generation who remembers January 28 (the date in 1986 that the Challenger exploded.) For my son's generation, the day to remember is September 11.
So where were we on November 22, 1963? And how did we find out about the assassination?
For my spouse, in elementary school, the school announced it just shortly before the school bus boarding time. My spouse was in the school library waiting for the bus.
Me, I was home with a broken leg (being home instructed by the NYC schools). My mother had left me to go shopping and came back, sobbing. She turned on the TV and that's how I found out.
But my generation is fading away and the December 7 "greatest generation" loses more and more of its members daily. The January 28 generation also will fade. And yes, even September 11, 2001. Time is the one thing common to all of us mortals. It moves too quickly, the older you get.
The sad thing is, for my son's children, is that there will come a day to remember, too.
What day defined the childhood of your generation in your country? What terrible thing happened that day? (It is sad, isn't it - we don't remember the wonderful things the way we remember the terrible things.)