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.