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Ok, thanks, I guess I was at school then. I don't remember when she died, I was 7, and I can't believe I don't remember anything... I did a report on her in 3rd grade though... I still don't remember! XD My memory sucks.Quote:
Originally Posted by tomamar04
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I barely knew who Princess Diana was when I was in third grade, so I don't remember.
as for september 11th, I was riding the bus thinking that it was going to be a sucky day:P my parents weren't at home when I left for school, my friend was feeling sick, etc etc.
Princess Diana died when I was 13, just before I entered high school. I remember the day. It was the end of August, and most of the kids in my neighborhood were packing up to leave for the winter (my neighborhood is mostly summer people, I'm one of the few Cape Cod year-rounders) so I was helping my friends from Germany next door move their furniature. I grabbbed the end of one chair, and one of my friends, Chris, told me, "Did you hear? The Princess is dead."
Now, I had heard of Princess Di a bit, but only in passing. Not being European however, I was completely caught off-guard by the out of context remark of "The Princess." I couldn't think of anyone I should know by that title. "Who's the pincess?" I asked. Then, once they explained to me it was the English Princess Diana, I got it. I found it sad that I only really learned about her life and what she had accomplished after the fact. She was a remarkable woman.
I also remember the day the Berlin Wall fell when I was 7, (I watched it on TV with my parents, everybody was on there was dancing and crying and breaking things down with hammers. Since my best friends (our summer next door neighbors) lived in Germany most of the year, it was a big deal for them and us.
And, to really date myself, I remember the day the Challenger space shuttle blew up in 1986. I was 5, and wanted to be an astronaut in the worst way. I followed the program and knew everything about it, and I envied Christa, the school teacher who was on the mission. So of course I watched the launch, and the subsequent horrible explosion. I learned a lot about life that day.
However, if you want a defining moment for our generation, along the lines of "where where you when JFK was shot" that our parents have, it is and will be 9/11.
I will never forget that one. It was my sophomore year of college, and I was two months away from my 19th birthday. I was a gorgeous fall day. Our school's president had just left on an important trip to NYC, and I was putting off checking the callback list for my dance company after a week long of gruelling audtions. I told myself I'd look after class. I had African American literature at 8 am, and had a long, normal, lengthy discussion about the book we were reading (I forget the title, but it was about a guy who became a pullman porter). We had no idea what was going on outside our sunlit classroom. When class got out at 9:55, I had only 5 minutes before my theatre class at 10, so of course, I rushed out to the courtyard to scribble the rest of my homework together. I noticed a TV had been rolled into the lobby of the building and a lot of people were watching it, but lots of news events caused that, nothing big, so I paid no attention.
I finished my homework and dashed back to my theatre class (ironically, the class was entitled Modern Tragedy) before my professor got there. There were only a few people there, and we remarked how beautiful it was out, and a lot of people must have skipped to tan outside. Then my professor strode in, intent. Before he said anything, a kid from NYC ran in, a whirlwind. "I'm sorry, I can't be here, I can't call my family, I don't know what's going on, I have to find my parents!" and ran out of the room. All I could think was, What's his problem? Then a few more people came in, crying. That's when my professor spoke. It was appropriate somehow that it was him, the great actor he is, the prof we thought of in the theatre major as a second father. Almost in tears, he said, "We have studied tragedy together only to find ourselves among the worst that we may ever see. Like our stories, we are hurt. We will be angry, and we will blame, and we will want to understand why. But today, today is not a day to think. It is not a day to understand, or to be angry, or to forgive. It is not a day to ask why. That will come later. Today is a day to grab onto everybody you love and hold them tighter than you've ever held them before. So I think, I think that's what you should all do right now. Go find your families. Go." And he started to cry and ran out. Tears were running down my cheeks and I still hadn't a clue what the hell was going on. But I knew it was big.
Slowly I walked downstairs to the lobby, people rushing past me crying, screaming, everything. More rushing as a approached the lobby with the TV. For the first time that morning, I watched what was happening on the screen. I watched the plane crash. The burning. The *God* people holding hands and jumping to their deaths. And the falling, like a scene from Independance Day. . . when they showed it fall, a kid wearing a Yankees cap ran screaming out of the lobby, kicked open the doors to the courtyard with his foot, and fell to his knees sobbing on the ground. My professor ran up to him and held him in his arms. The tears were on my face, but they were of shock. For the people around me, the mayhem. I walked back to my dorm in a daze, like a robot. I got there and it hit me. I called all my friends who lived in downtown New York. They were out giving blood.
My German friends called me. They were living in Washington DC now, only a few miles from the Pentagon. When the plane hit that, they weren't allowed to leave their homes as the National Guardsmen poured through the streets.
We had a campus meeting at 4. The bell tolled. We all held hands and sat in the setting sun of the beautiful day. We had a mike, and people said everything they thought and felt. There was a lot of love. Our president was okay. She was out giving blood at ground zero.
Now it was six, and someone asked me in passing if I had made dance callbacks. I had forgotten all about it, then realized if I had, I had to be there at 6:30. I ran to the studio door to check the list. I made it. I started jumping up and down and screaming - this thing I had wanted for so long finally came true. My dance careear had begun, it was the happiest day of my life. . . and then I felt like the biggest asshole on the planet. My country was having one of its worst days in history, the people I loved around me were in such pain, and I had the gall to be estactic. It was so bipolar. And I felt so guilty. I'll never forget it.
I would have been about eight or nine at the time, I just remember waking up and hearing my Grandma and Mam discussing it. I had no idea who she was at the time, but the people in Spain did, I was on holiday there and I remember hearing they were just standing in the streets crying. It makes me sad thinking about it.
When 9/11 happened I was in class but it was all over the news when I came home to my Grandma's and I wasn't sure whether it was a film or not at first. People still weren't sure whether or not it was an accident, so it must have been before the second plane hit.
When Diana died, I was sleeping. I didn't even know who she was until after she died... =/
9/11... I was probably sitting in a classroom doing some kind of work or something. I found out the day after when I read it in the paper.
Diana: I guess I was sleeping. I was really quite young then, but my mummie is/was a fan of Diana's so we had to sit down and watch the funeral for three whole days. Meeh.
9/11: I was sleeping. When I woke up, my mummie told me. I didn't believe her, but when I went to school and this loudmouth was blabbing about it. When I got home, I just switched on CNN and watched the WTC's crumble down again and again and again...
Scary days. :(
Diana: I was 16 and I had just come home from a movie with a friend and found out that night.
9/11: I was sleeping (I was actually supposed to be in class but I forgot to set my alarm) and I saw it on the news in the cafeteria.
Princess Diana: I was flipping through channels when I saw a messed up limo. "Cool!" I thought, seeing as how I was just a little boy. When I heard a princess died, I felt bad, then changed the channel.
9/11: I was in school, 8th grade. All the teachers were low-key about it and went about a normal school day. It was especially cloudy that day and the clouds were very, very dark. I found out in third period French class what had actually happened. I then realized that what was in the sky wasn't clouds, but smoke and ash from the towers. Let me state that I live in New Jersey. The northern part of New Jersey, where it'd take around an hour and a half to get to where the towers were. I saw my classmates mourn over friends and family lost in the act, felt bad for them, then felt nothing more. To be honest, I was completely indifferent to the events that happened. I walked home at the end of school, flipped on the tube, and watched the third plane hit the towers.
I think I was only about 7. I was on holiday. I didn't find out til the next day andeI didn't really know much about her.
9/11 I had just come home from school and my dad was watching the news, and I was watching TV with him when the second plane hit... we actually saw it happen. It was scary.
I have a bad memory..
So i havnt a clue what i was doing, i think i remember that day.. But I didnt watch it, i found out of my Mum.
The 9/11.. erm.. =/
I remember having a 2 minute silence in science..
It sucks having a bad memory :fpsweat:
I was a little angry that Princess Diana got all the media attention and Mother Teresa got very little. Not that Di shouldn't have been covered or was any less important than Mother Teresa, but Mother Teresa should have gotten just as much coverage. Plus, there was the questions about how/why Di died when it was pretty obvious about Mother Teresa.
Obvious one but when we got Peace here, the Good Friday Agreement was signed & the IRA and Loyalists called a ceasation of their struggle on 10 April 1998. I was at my dads. The whole Falls Road errupted. Cars were beeping horns everyone was in the streets. A weird but memorable moment.
http://news.bbc.co.uk/olmedia/295000...3_peace300.jpg
I don't remember what I was doing when it was announced that she died. I was only 9 years old. I don't remember much from back then (I have a horrid memory for some reason)
But I do remember watching her funeral and crying. When I was a child, I looked up to royalty...
That's not really the case now. I mainly view them as people who I don't have any emotional attatchment to. I like some of them, but I don't know any enough to judge. So, I am pretty neutral.
Yet back then it was a BIG deal to me.
And...
I remember the sunset that day as well.
It was a really pink-ish sunset...eh...that I cannot really describe.
I have the picture inside my head, though. It's pretty clear.
And 9/11...
I was 14 years old and I was blow drying my hair when my mom came in and told me about what happened. At first I didn't understand what the big deal was. I thought that some plane had just accidently crashed into some random building (I was so ignorant back then). Even when I found out what really had happened, I didn't understand what the big deal was...or at least I acted that way. I do remember one night in which I felt extreme anger, but I quickly blocked it and locked it away somewhere inside of me. I acted like I didn't care for a long time.