This may not be 'history' to you but it is to me. ..... The moment my dad told my siblings & I that our mom had died. January 1967. We were standing in the dinning room. I did something I'm a little ashamed of..Since my siblings often made fun of my actions, when I squealed for a second before crying, I gave out a fake chuckle thinking they would overlook my actions. I was 8 yrs old, soon to be 9.

9/11 I was in my neuro's office, about to leave. The nurse came in as I was leaving & told us we should see TV. My FIL was waiting for me in the parking lot & we listened to it on the radio till I got home then I turn on the TV. (Like my kids, I think most all kids were watching it on TV, at school, if at school yet.)