I Remember...

When I was younger I used to wonder how people "remembered me when I was just a little girl and look how I've grown up!" Or when they could remember major events and what they were doing at that time. I realize now that "remembering" begins to happen between 25-30.

By that time you have lived long enough to have seen things happen. I remember July 6, 1990. I was in Taiwan, living with my sister, and she had my niece that day. I remember her in the hospital so tiny (pictures help). I remember the summer of 1991 visiting them again and holding Elizabeth while putting my make-up on and how she wanted some too.

I remember September 11, 2001. It was a Tuesday and my first year as principal. We had just finsihed faculty meeting in the library of Maeser Elementary...everyone left to get ready to welcome the students, but one teacher was still at a table watching her computer. She told me that the first plane had hit the towers. The second plane hit just before school started.

I think of what a different world Jacob is growing up in compared to me. When I was little you could go outside, by yourself, and play without mother being worried. Joy and I could walk down the the Plaza, by ourselves, to spend our hard earned babysitting money on a Thrifty ice cream cone.

Will he ever be able to fly with more than 3 oz. of liquid in his carry on bag or will he have to pay to bring on his carry on bag? I'm not overly worried, just thinking about it.

I realize that "the good old days" don't really exist. There were always problems to face, but I do think some of the problems we didn't have to face then are to be missed.