1/28/89
I was just watching the news and they mentioned that this is the anniversary of the space shuttle disaster – when it blew up. I was remembering that day, 3 years ago, and that I cried. It’s so strange to think how long ago that was. It doesn’t seem that long ago. Pretty soon it’ll be five years and then ten…fifteen…twenty. Will the nation remember that day? I will.
We are all growing so old, so fast. Kate turned twenty on Wednesday and Margaret down the hall turned twenty today. Christie is already twenty and soon Laurie will be, then Pam, then me. It’s strange and sometimes scary to think of how quickly time passes now.
My parents talk of things that happened in the past, 15, 20, 25 years ago. My mom says she can remember where she was when Kennedy was shot. I can remember where I was when I heard about the attempt on Reagan’s life and about the space shuttle. Too soon, I will be saying 15, 20, 25 years ago…
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