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What are the big "remember-where-you-were-when-you-heard" events in your lifetime?

Asked by Strauss (23813points) July 25th, 2009

Some events have such a huge impact that we tend to remember where we were when we heard or witnessed them. Some of these for me were:
Obama wins election (2008)
September 11, 2001
The Colombine High School shootings
My mother’s passing
The first time I heard a speech by Bill Clinton
My father’s passing
John Lennon’s murder
Defeat of George McGovern by Richard Nixon
The Lunar Landing
The Kennedy Assassination
The first manned space flight
The launch of “Sputnik”

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DominicX's avatar

September 11th is the biggest one for me. I was 10 years old and in 5th grade. I just remember it was the morning before school and I was in the livingroom and my mom had the news on. She didn’t even know what was going on, but I remember her saying “where’s the other tower?”. It was bizarre. Then when I got to school, there was a girl there who seemed to know more about it than everyone else and was telling everyone about it who arrived in front of the classroom and we were all discussing it.

Columbine was pretty long ago, I was 7, but I have a vague memory of seeing it on TV. My grandmother’s death was news that was brought to me after I came home from school this January.

Jack79's avatar

I’m not that old. The two events I do remember are Sept11 and Elvis’ death. I don’t live in the USA, so most of the others you mention are not that big anyway.

When the Twin Towers were bombed I was asleep in my flat in Germany. I had recently broken up from a long-time girlfriend, and she called me to tell me. I was hoping she had called me to make up or something, so I wasn’t too bothered about the towers.

With Elvis I was a very young child, playing on the floor with some toys while my grandmother read the newspaper. I remember her reading “the King had died” but she didn’t know Elvis, so she wasn’t able to tell me what king it was. I assumed “Rock and Roll” was some sort of country, but she knew it wasn’t, and explained that it was apparently some type of music.

When MJ died I was playing an online game and someone mentioned it in chat and at first I thought they must be joking. It was quite a shock for a few minutes.

I was too young to realise my paternal grandfather’s death, but both my maternal grandparents took a while to die and I had time to get used to the idea. And I was actually there when my paternal grandmother died, I saw the whole thing. But she was old, so it did not shock me.

rooeytoo's avatar

The first was definitely the assassination of JFK, just getting ready for the dreaded Friday afternoon chem class at school in DC. Later actually saw the motorcade that took his body out to I forget whether it was NIH or Bethesda.

The other was 9/11, was living in a tiny little town on the coast in Queensland and my husband woke me to tell me I had better come and watch.

Both were mind blowers.

MacBean's avatar

The earliest memory I have of the news rocking my tiny world was in 1988, about a week and a half after my fourth birthday, when the Halabja poison gas attack took place. Most little kids are afraid of things like the dark or big dogs. I had a childhood fear of chemical and biological warfare. Thanks, Saddam.

While a lot of things that impacted me greatly have happened since then, the only national/international ones I can think of that I have an “I remember exactly where I was and what I was doing” story to go along with them are the death of Princess Diana and 9/11.

YARNLADY's avatar

All of the things you mentioned and the Challenger explosion.

ABoyNamedBoobs03's avatar

the first one I remember was the Columbine shootings. I was young at the time but I remember coming home from school and my mother was crying in front of the TV. I remember a clip on the news that showed a student putting a sign saying ”help me Im bleeding to death” against a window. I’ll never forget that.
after that I remember clinton’s affair, and the Buffalo bills losing by a forward lateral on a hail mary kick off return, the Music City Miracle, first football game I ever watched, that play still haunts me my cousin gave birth to a boy earlier that day, she named him Douglas (after Flutie lol) and he’s subsequently had nothing but bad luck so far, we blame Rob Johnson…
Then 9/11, I was in school when it happened, I was in 8th grade and the principle didn’t want to show the kids what was happening on the news, but my teacher and the Monsignor at my school(I went to a catholic school at the time) took us into the church sacristy and let us watch it. some kids had to go home because they had relatives who worked near by. they looked so scared.

Lupin's avatar

JFK Assassination – Standing by my locker in school
The Apollo 11 Moon Landing – Sitting on the floor in front of the TV with my family.
Princess Diana’s Accident/Death – In bed, heavily sedated, recovering from double hernia surgery. (I thought I had made it up.)
Twin Towers – At the office

aprilsimnel's avatar

If you mean my whole life:

Apollo 11 moon landing – I was 15 days old and probably asleep, but perhaps pooping in one of those new-fangled Pampers diapers is also a realistic scenario.

Nixon’s resignation – Apparently I said something smart-ass about Nixon while watching it on telly with my grandfather. I was 4.

Elvis Presley dying – I don’t remember where I was when I heard. August 1977, right? Yeah, I was 8. I reckon I was asleep and saw it on the news the next morning.

John Lennon murdered – The first event where I remembered where I was when I heard the news. I had been watching a movie on the TV in the living room when Douglas Edwards broke in with the news. Boy, I cried. I was 11. I woke my aunt up to tell her and she bolted up and said, “PAUL!??” and I said, “No, John.” Then she kind of slumped down and said, “Oh, OK,” and asked me to leave. I think for her it was a moment that let her know that her youth was over. All my teachers were sad the next day.

Assassination attempt on Ronald Reagan – We were dismissed from school within the hour, I imagine in anticipation of his death. I do indeed remember seeing Alexander Haig insist he was in charge and I laughed.

Challenger explosion – We saw it on telly in school. Our chemistry teacher ran from the room when she realized what had happened. Turns out she’d been on the B-list of teachers for that mission. I was 16.

Waco – At uni by then, and was shocked to see the compound in flames on telly while picking up a meal from my dorm’s caf. I thought, “Oh my god, there’re kids in there!”

Death of Princess Di – I had moved to NYC. My roommate woke me up from a sound sleep to tell me she had died, I watched some of the reports on my own TV for a bit, then went back to sleep.

Columbine – This I read about in the papers because at that point I’d pretty much stopped watching TV.

September 11 – My friend IM’ed me at worked that the news reported a plane crash into one of the WTC towers, and we both though, man, some dude in a Cessna just bit it and took some people out with him. No, that’s wasn’t quite what happened. The receptionist turned on the telly and we saw things unfolding from there until everyone decided to leave.

I saw the North Tower fall with my own eyes an hour and a half later. Believe me when I tell you that it took less than 5 seconds for that ¼ of a mile high building to come down. I was standing on 6th Avenue and 18th Street. I had left my office. My boss had had the nerve to call in from his home in New Jersey to ask me if I’d finished the budget for a job we had. When I told him what had gone down, he said, “I know, I know, but we’ve got to get those numbers done today.” I told him, no, I’m getting out of here ASAP and hung up on him. One woman from the office had seen the second of the planes as it flew over her on the way to the North Tower. She had come in seriously freaking out.

About a week before, I had gone to Windows on the World to see if I wanted to use the restaurant as part of a special executive weekend for one of our clients that I was co-producing. We knew the special event managers, Jay Magazine and Jackie Sayegh Duggan. Jackie had just gotten married 6 months before. When the building fell down, I knew they were in it and I just burst into tears. The bagel vendor fell to the ground and wailed. The cops had to protect him from some of the crowd that had gathered, as he appeared to be Middle Eastern and there were angry people near him. There’s too much to tell. I’ll stop here.

Obama elected President – I had had a class near Times Square, but didn’t go there afterward because really huge crows like that scare me. I went home and watched the results come in on telly. When he made his speech, I thought how I’d never in my lifetime expected to see anyone of any colour voted into the highest office in the country. I’m surprised that I didn’t cry. I felt more like, Yeah, it’s fitting. This is how it should be.

Death of Michael Jackson – I got a text from a friend in my phone after karate class, so I fired up my New York Times app on my iPhone and – no shit, there it was – AP reports that Michael Jackson is dead…

MissAnthrope's avatar

- Obama elected President
– Sept. 11
– My grandfather’s death
– Princess Di’s death
– Oklahoma City bombings
– Challenger explosion

I remember being shocked by several other events mentioned, but I can’t remember where I was when I first heard.

Capt_Bloth's avatar

when the towers fell, I was in 10th grade, and had just gotten to school. When I walked in someone said, ” a plane just flew into the world trade center” I thought it was a bad joke and said something close to ” I wonder what the black box will tell us about it” When I got shocked stares from everybody, I knew it was real. I’ve never felt like a bigger Jack-ass.

hungryhungryhortence's avatar

Deaths of friends/family.

September 11th- I was at a convention in a hotel with my co workers and we were panicking because we couldn’t get phone calls to connect to loved ones or people back East and we had no idea if there were further attacks coming. This was in San Francisco so we felt very vulnerable as one of the top targets and the hotel locked us all in for several hours.

hearkat's avatar

I remember hearing the announcement of John Lennon’s shooting on WNEW from New York. I was on the phone with a friend and we both had the radio station on when they said he had been shot, I was 14. (It’s a sin they allowed WNEW to die… that station played a major part in Rock ‘n’ Roll history.)

I remember the Shuttle Challenger and Columbia disasters very clearly.

I was at work the day of the Oklahoma City bombing, and my boss’ mother called to tell her about it, but we didn’t comprehend the full scope of it until we saw the news coverage.

When Princess Di died, I felt bad for her kids, but wasn’t deeply affected by it; and I was disgusted that her death still eclipsed the passing of Mother Theresa just six days later. The media’s sensationalistic coverage of that and the OJ Simpson case made me turn off my television for many months. In fact, I still rarely turn it on.

I remember the phone call from my sister-in-lay telling me that my ex-husband died (my son’s father) the night before, and my son was standing right next to me, and I couldn’t figure out how to tell him. Breaking my son’s heart was the hardest thing I’ve had to do.

I remember Columbine, because I was flying out of Denver Airport as it happened, so I didn’t hear about it until I arrive back on the East Coast. I flew into Denver the day of the Virginia Tech killings. I’ve since wondered if I should avoid Denver (but a bff lives nearby).

Sept. 11th, 2001 will forever be etched on my memory. It was a perfect morning… the air was cool and crisp and the sky was deep blue and cloudless. I looked at the towers in the distance as I did every morning on my drive in to work at a hospital in Newark. I had an 8:30 meeting with my manager and another colleague, and I was a bit nervous… but the meeting actually went well, and I was feeling validated and positive as I opened the door at about 10:00. Immediately a coworker said that a plane hit the WTC, and within minutes, someone else’s husband called to say that a second plane had hit. We were in the basement of the building, and the antennas went down with the Towers, so there were no good TV or radio signals anyway.

My mother (who worked in Manhattan) was halfway across the Atlantic Ocean, flying into Newark—I had no clue where they were going to send them. My son had just started a new school the day before, and I had no idea how they were going to handle it. Cell phones weren’t working, and rumors of 4 other planes unaccounted for were still circulating. They were putting the hospital on lock-down to help with the injured, so my boss told me to get out before the blocked the parking garage, so I could deal with my son and locate my mother.

As I drove South on the Garden State Parkway, I could see the purplish smoke blowing due South along the coast on New Jersey. The people on the NJ radio station were trying to filter fact from rumor and to help everyone stay calm. As I got to my street, an neighbor was about to get her son from school, and offered to pick up mine as well. My son said he was the 2nd child to be picked up from his classroom, the first was a boy whose mother worked in the towers—she was badly injured, but survived.

I tried to get information from the web about the airlines, but the web was still pretty young then. Plus the region’s power and communications were also a victim of the attacks, so there was nothing I could learn until my mother finally called to say that she was safe. The pilot had announced the the US Airspace was closed, and they had to turn the plane around. Fortunately, they had enough fuel that they were able to return to Zürich. It was another 2 weeks before she was able to come back to NJ. She lost a friend in the towers.

I had the live coverage from NY on the television when they fell. I just bawled. That was a psychological shock unlike any I’ve had to deal with. I was glued to the TV wishing I could help, and for days after watching the people searching for their loved-ones—it was heart-wrenching.

That night, the air was still dry, and the sky was crystal clear. It was SOOOOO quiet. Usually there are may airplanes and tons of traffic, as I live directly between NY and Philly, near the Air Force and Naval Air bases – but it was still. I sat on the side of my house staring up at the stars and feeling so miniscule and insignificant. I saw a satellite pass over; and shortly after, I was startled by 2 fighter jets going by. The sight of an airplane freaked me out for a couple months after that, and still sometimes I get a twinge at the sight of a plane.

It was several weeks before I could bring myself to listen to music – I felt guilty for having pleasure while so many were suffering the loss of their loved ones. But I came to realize that the meaning of life is to live and enjoy each moment and cherish those we love, because everything could change in the blink of an eye.

sakura's avatar

September 11th and Death of Lady Di as most people have said. Also the Tsunami that was terrible to watch on the news…

aprilsimnel's avatar

I knew I’d forgotten some things: The Boxing Day Tsunami, the Oklahoma City bombings, the Columbia explosion. I saw the tsunami and Columbia explosion videos on YouTube and not on the news.

SuperMouse's avatar

The very first national event I remember vividly is John Lennon’s assassination. I was lying in bed and heard it on KMET. I remember the next day at school many people were carrying boom-boxes on their shoulders that were blaring Let it Be.

The next was the Challenger Disaster. I was driving to school and the DJ on KLOS said “there isn’t much we can do at time like this except play some rock and roll.” I didn’t know what happened until I got to school and heard about the explosion. I have a very good friend who lived in Florida at the time who was sitting in her car at an intersection and watched the shuttle blow up before here eyes.

I had a five month old baby when I heard about the Columbine Massacre and I remember be devastated. I brought it up at my mommy and me class the next day and we spent almost the whole class talking about it.

The most recent of course is September 11th. I was home with my two kids and I couldn’t believe how awful the whole thing was. My friends and family all reached out to each other and shared the sadness. I remember that eerie feeling @hearcat talks about with the sky so quiet and empty. About four years ago I visited the World Trade Center site in NYC, it brought the whole thing back crystal clear. It was a very emotional experience.

Nially_Bob's avatar

Aside from family deaths I don’t believe I have any. I have a vague recollection of 9/11 but much of the memory is likely artificial by this time. I am still rather young which may contribute to this lack of “intense memories”.
Out of curiosity why do so many remember Princess Di’s death with such care and emotion? I never quite understood her significance.

fireside's avatar

The big ones that stand out in my mind are:

Challenger explosion – 5th grade science class

Beginning of the first Gulf War – youth group at my parent’s church

9/11/01 – 42nd street, NYC, 29 floors up

Noortheast blackout of 2003 – 42nd street, NYC, 20 floors up

Obama’s convention speech in 2004 – friend’s house in Brooklyn

Day I met my (soon-to-be) wife – Friend’s house, 9th day of Riḍván

sakura's avatar

@Nially_Bob I remember it because I was a stay at home mum at the time and was watching the news (I live in the UK) You couldn’t escape it when it happened, the tv was taken over by memorials etc… So I guess it stuck in my mind.

hearkat's avatar

@Nially_Bob: Being just a few years younger than Diana Spencer, I got caught up in the fairy-tale of the wedding and all, and I sympathized with her during the divorce. She was a quiet person who was thrust in the limelight, and I think many people felt they could relate to her. She tried to use her status to benefit good causes, as well.

But as I said, the fact that Mother Theresa’s death 6 days later did not get half the attention really disgusted me. I am not Catholic, but I can appreciate the true sacrifice and humility of that woman.

filmfann's avatar

Omiting my personal family dates:
Obama’s election
Sept 11 I watched the plane fly into the second tower live. In the ½ second between seeing the plane, and it hitting, everything clicked in my head.
The Challenger and Columbia disasters.
The Loma Prieta Earthquake. I spent the night at the Cypress structure collapse, supplying power to the rescue crews, and installing phone lines to the emergency center desk.
John Lennon’s murder. That night was like a bad dream. The next day, the reality hit me. That was worse.
The Ali-Forman fight. I was dancing and jumping around the liquor store I was working at, excited that Ali was winning. My co-worker, who was hearing the same radio reports, insisted that Forman was winning.
Nixon’s resignation
The Apollo moon landing. I was a total space geek.
Bobby Kennedy’s murder
Martin Luther King’s murder. I repeated a rude comment my father said to a classmate, and was properly told off for it. One of the few things I remember about my father I regret.
JFK’s murder. I was coming in from recess in 2nd grade.
John Glenn’s flight.
JFK’s election

Nially_Bob's avatar

@sakura It’s reasonable that you should remember the event for the reasons you have explained. What I feel is hardest to understand though is why the funeral was covered so vigorously (though hearkat’s reply has presented me with some insight). A royal death is certain to attract media attention but rarely to the degree that Princess Di’s did.
@hearkat Your hypothesis seems valid, perhaps it is that many felt they could relate to Princess Di, she appeared to be a kind character.
I am sad to hear of the little recognition that was granted to Mother Theresa at the time of her death. She was a truly admirable person.

cak's avatar

I remember:

Hurricane David, in Florida (late 70’s). My grandparents had driven down to Florida to see us, the first time they had ever left their hometown before, and wanted to drive back, the very same day – due to the hurricane. My parents convinced them to ride it out and stay with us.
The first shuttle launch, (1981)...I love the space program!
The Challenger and Columbia Disasters
The Berlin Wall coming down. (I watched it on tv)
The Unabomber Manifesto
The assignation attempt on Regan.
The Birth of my daughter
The Oklahoma City Bombing
The Death of Princess Diana
The death of my Aunt.
9/11
The birth of my son
The death of my Cousin – same thing as my Aunt, ALS.
The death of my Father.

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