analog

a) JFK was shot
b) Apollo 11 landed on the moon
c) John Lennon was shot
d) the Berlin Wall fell
e) the 9/11 attacks occurred

c) fetus- lennon died December 1980, I was born March '81.
d) Nov '89... I was 8. I was probably watching cartoons or asleep or something.

e) 9/11/01 - I was 20. I was standing in the cafe portion of the campus bookstore at the University of Central Florida. My bag slung over my left shoulder, I was holding what is normally a coffee cup full of regular milk, because on that day they'd run out of regular plastic cups. I had just finished eating a cinnamon raisin bagel and gotten up to browse the bookstore before heading to class. The speakers in the ceiling were playing music. The exact song I can't recall, because it wasn't very loud and I wasn't paying attention to the sound coming from the speakers until they had changed the audio over to Katie Couric and Matt Lauer covering the first crash. It was 8:57am and the volume on the speakers was also raised to a loud level, gathering the attention of everyone in the cafe and bookstore. No one spoke except to mutter quiet expressions of shock over the "accident". Practically no one moved a muscle while sitting or standing in place, listening to the shock of the "accident" and hearing Matt and Katie try to give updates on what info they had. At 9:03am, the second plane hit the second tower, and pretty much everyone knew what that had to mean. I only stayed for a minute after the second hit, and there was nothing but shock on the faces of the people I saw as I ran out of the cafe. Some had begun crying and tearing up already. I went right to my car and drove straight to my parents' house. For the first minute or two, several radio stations were still playing their normal stuff... but after that, every single radio station was playing either ABC or CBS or NBC or CNN or whatever station they feed from for big news. When I got home, I sat down and started watching Peter Jennings... after a period, I watched as the towers collapsed. After that, I watched Peter Jennings for the entirety of his continuous 48 hours of coverage. When day two was over and Jennings finally signed off, I realized I'd not slept the entire time. I had, in fact, only left the couch to answer the door for two pizza deliveries, to get more water to drink, and to use the bathroom. I didn't lose anyone personally- I could have because my uncle sometimes had meetings there- but I was calmly handling the shock of the loss of life and the horror of it all by shutting off the rest of the world. (I can literally replay pretty much every waking moment from the event to about 3 or 4 days later, almost to the minute. It's like... tattooed on my brain.)