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I feel like there must be some earlier event, but the one that springs to mind is when John Lennon was murdered. I was in first grade, and a huge Beatles fan.
Oddly, I can't remember exactly how I found out, nor what my reaction was at the moment I learned about it. (Probably my parents told me, though it's just possible that I heard it on the radio or saw it on TV. I'm sure I cried at some point, though maybe not until after the news had had time to sink in.) What I remember very vividly is being in school later that day, and trying to get to grips with the idea that I had spent my entire life living in a world that had John Lennon in it, and that now I lived in a world without John Lennon in it. It might have been the first time I really had to face the concept of mortality.
I feel like there must be some earlier event, but the one that springs to mind is when John Lennon was murdered. I was in first grade, and a huge Beatles fan.
Oddly, I can't remember exactly how I found out, nor what my reaction was at the moment I learned about it. (Probably my parents told me, though it's just possible that I heard it on the radio or saw it on TV. I'm sure I cried at some point, though maybe not until after the news had had time to sink in.) What I remember very vividly is being in school later that day, and trying to get to grips with the idea that I had spent my entire life living in a world that had John Lennon in it, and that now I lived in a world without John Lennon in it. It might have been the first time I really had to face the concept of mortality.
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Date: 2010-03-23 01:23 am (UTC)As for me, the Ayatollah Khomeini was the bogeyman of my childhood. He made my cousin's grandparents (on her other side of the family) flee for their lives. I remember keeping candlelight vigil for the hostages with some of my grandparents' moderate Muslim friends at Christmas during the hostage crisis. I was born in 7/78, so I was pretty darned little then, but my folks were good about trying to use words I could understand rather than just brushing me off. Apparently either I didn't ask about John Lennon or the answer didn't stick.