A Historic Day

This day goes down as one of the days I will never forget as long as I live. The days where I remember where I was when I heard the news...

The day I ran home from Girl Scouts because I had learned that President Reagan had been shot.

The evening my mom drove me to Murphy Mart to buy John Lennon's 45-record, "Just Like Starting Over" after learning he had been shot.

The day my mom took my sister, brother, and I to her friend's house to mourn the death of Elvis.

The night my mom woke me up in the middle of the night to watch Lady Diana and Prince Charles' wedding in England.

The day I was home sick watching live as the first teacher made her way into space...but never made it the way she had planned.

The night I stayed up long into the wee hours of the morning watching as the world learned that Princess Diana has been killed. And then, days later, watching her funeral.

The day I learned that John F. Kennedy Jr. was missing. Hoping he would be found safe somewhere...only to mourn his loss with many.

The day on September 11th when I was handed a piece of paper telling me the events that were currently unfolding in New York City with second grade eyes on me as I tried with all of my might to fight back all the tears that welled up inside me to stay strong.

And now, the day when the people of the world watched along with me as the 44th President of the United States was sworn in. A man who has promised change. A man who is the first African American to be elected as president. A historic day we should never forget.

No matter how old you are, we all have a special place to house those historic days in our lives. They may be full of happiness, met with tears streaming down our face, full of sorrow, fear, or apprehension, but they are all historic.