One of the problems of being close to Thing One and Thing Four is the age difference. Thing Four saw The Beatles before they were "The Beatles" (several times, in fact). And Thing One? Well...
Several years ago we were at dinner with a few of Thing One's friends. He'd met one in 6th grade detention (who knew they had such things!) and the other two shortly after. So basically, they've known each other most of my life. At one point we got to the "do you remember..." part of the evening and student protests came up. I was asked whether I'd participated in the Moratorium. Now, I actually remember that day: it was the day I stopped attending first grade and started attending second (no, I'm not that smart - blame a change in school systems). So no, I didn't participate. I had other things on my mind.
And then there's Woodstock. Thing One and his friends missed because they were hung over and didn't get a ride up early, and then decided it was too late to get anywhere near. Me? We were moving from outside Cleveland OH to SmallTown NY. Plus, I was about to start first grade. No way would I have been able to go, even if I'd been aware of it. Which I wasn't.
I also missed the 1968 Democratic National Convention in 1968 (thanks to my sister's earache). I did attend the 1963 March on Washington but... let's just say it isn't in my memory banks.
I do remember where I was at other critical historical moments. Like when Nixon resigned. When John Lennon and Ronald Reagan were shot. When Challenger exploded. When we landed on the moon. When the Berlin Wall fell. And when the Red Sox Reversed the Curse.
That should count, right?