azurelunatic | The "where were you when" meme

When John F. Kennedy was shot (11/22/1963): Not born yet.
When Mt. St. Helens blew (5/18/1980): Waiting impatiently to be born, which I did less than a month later
When the space shuttle Challenger exploded (1/28/1986): I remember being at Grandma and GrandfatherSir's in California, because we saw it on TV. All the grownups were crying, and they told me that a teacher had been on the space shuttle. Later I read about Richard Feynman finding out what had gone wrong.
When the 7.1 earthquake hit San Francisco (10/7/1989): I remember we were at Grandma's again. She was near LA. We saw the freeways that fell down on the TV. I was sad.
When the Gulf War began (1/16/1991): I heard about stuff on the radio before school, and I was scared, and I started a diary. This dates to the beginning of my 'saved' memories, where I have some objective evidence of what I'd been feeling at the time... After school I heard that the war had started. Kerry Wappet said we'd kick their asses because we had more helicopters and more firepower and more everything.
When OJ Simpson was chased in his White Bronco (6/17/1994): I seem to remember being at Galadriel's house, since she had a TV. It was really boring. We went and played.
When the building in Oklahoma City was bombed (4/19/1995): I would have been in freshman year of high school, madly in love with a guy who looked exactly like Darkside at that age, and about to discover that I was bisexual.
When Princess Di was killed (8/31/1997): Celebrating Narcissa's birthday, most likely.
When Bush was first announced President (11/7/2000): Cynically glaring at the TV, and cussing under my breath at the fucking conservative sons of bitches I was rooming with, and, in one case, engaged to.
When the 6.8 earthquake hit Nisqually, WA (2/28/2001): Heads-down in Relationship Drama, searching for a new place, and madly in love with my dearest chickfriend's man.
When terrorists knocked over the World Trade Center (9/11/2001): Attempting to have a quiet, peaceful breakfast with my best friend in the DeVry cafeteria. This did not go over well. The TV was on. The first plane had hit, and I got a Bad Feeling in the pit of my stomach, and called my roommate and left an urgent message on the answering machine that the shit was going down. As soon as the computer lab opened up, I e-mailed my parents telling them that I was safe, and then I sat back down in the cafeteria next to my best friend, who occasionally clasped my arm so my hands would stop shaking. I kept notes on all the things that they were saying on TV, and let people who were wandering in and confused know what was going on, which planes were doing what the fuck, what had been hit, and what the hell was, in short, going on.