Reflective journal page I tore the flag stripes myself it says:
\Where were you when the world stopped turning that September day? Alan Jackson sang the song following Sept 11th to help the word remember the day. I will be the first to admit that I have never been big on big national events or understood their significance. I was young when Diana died and I only recall being annoyed that “normal” TV was canceled to show the crash scene over and over and yet over again. I was nine in the Loma Prieta earthquake, and while K-mart literally crashed down around me and my dad was called off for days on duty, I never felt unsafe or like my world was off. I couldn’t understand the devastation going on around me. I was in college when September 11th happened. The only thing I recall feeling when I got the call to turn on the news was, “why on earth did you just wake me up”. Hurricane Katrina blew by and while most people felt sympathy and compassion I was wondering who the hell builds in a flood zone with no insurance and wanted TV to resume to normal. Just now can I see the impact of these events and understand, while I wasn’t fazed, thousands of others were.
So I will honestly say that my monumental event of my lifetime had no real impact on me, but I can say I was there. Isn’t that cool enough? I was a freshman in high school when I actually got to go to Clinton’s inauguration in 1997. I went to DC for a week with the school and loved it. I recall the fun “metal men” (which I can later appreciate as the Vietnam Memorial) and picking the nose of the Lincoln statue in the National Museum. I am the first to admit I don’t remember a word of the inaugural speech. I can say I was there freezing my tail off with my best friend at the time Meghan. I can tell you that we literally were in a dog pile taking turns getting to be at the bottom to stay warm. I can recall having the most fun of my life in a huge inaugural ball that had 10 dance rooms each with a different style of music. I can remember that our bus picked us up from the ball hours late and we sprawled on the dance floor, this time roasting because the heater was cranking and we had been dancing. We were as stripped down as we could be on the cool floor talking to a really creepy guy named Bubba. So while I have to admit my only memories of monumental once in a lifetime event consists of lacking a coat, picking noses, stripping half naked at a ball and weirdo named Bubba, I can say I was present at an event that only takes place once every four years and each time brings the world a little bit of hope for change for the better. Who knows what the future brings, will I ever get the chance (or face the devastation) of a monumental event again? Who knows what 2009 and the future brings!!
Date: Saturday, March 7, 2009 GMT Views: 555
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