For example . . .
Where you when the Challenger blew up? I was at elementary school in Florida out on the playground when we saw a huge cloud of explosion in the sky, miles and miles away from where it occurred. I was trying to figure out why all of the teachers were crying and why my mom was crying when we got home.
Where were you when you found out that Magic Johnson was HIV-positive? I was at EFY in Atlanta at Emory University with my friend Courtney, and we heard it on the radio while we were unpacking our things. It was Magic Johnson, wasn't it?
Where were you when you found out that your aunt Trina doesn't like tomatoes? In Utah in Kaysville in the kitchen of Nana and Grandpa's house. And that she doesn't like cilantro? At On the Border in PTC, Georgia. And when you remembered all of that again, years later? At Del Taco in North Salt Lake. So random.
Where were you when you found out your beloved Nana had passed away? Sitting in an office in Provo, Utah. Luckily I was alone so I could cry uninterrupted. I remember asking my dad on the phone, "Are they sure? Are they sure she died?" It was so surreal. Just as surreal as when my Grandpa Jerry died years earlier - my first experience with a family member dying. It felt so weird and wrong. Thank goodness for the Resurrection, which makes everything right.
Where were you when you first heard about 911? On my way to work at Hill, Johnson, & Schmutz in Provo, Utah. I arrived to work at the same time as another attorney, and we went inside together to pull up the news. It was a very weird day. I had been married for just a few months and had the shocking realization that the world still turns even in newlywed-land and was worried Dallas might have to go fight in a war.
Where were you when you first realized you would be a mother/father? Dallas was in the upstairs of our apartment in Provo, Utah. I had been suspicious of the fact and taken a pregnancy test while he was off working on a school project. I bought a little binky at the store, wrapped it like a present, and made the label out to "Dad." When he came home, I nervously waited for him to see it. When he did, he laid on the bed without saying a word for about 15 minutes. I didn't know whether to laugh or cry!
Where were you??