Ha! I didn’t either until this email from my Dad.
Email: Do you remember exactly where you were on the night of Aug. 5th 1977? Long ago and far away? Dad
My response: Dad, is that when we went to DC and the Beach boardwalk? 🙂
Email reply back: Yes! We were in a small town in New Jersey getting ready to go to Atlantic City the next day!
Ahhh! This is good stuff. No I don’t remember the “date” exactly. I was 5 years old, but by golly, I remember the plane ride. I remember the boards on the boardwalk that sunny day we went to the beach.
This email came at the perfect time for me.
*God’s timing, it’s always his time.*
Just last night I was in a “discussion” about what children remember and don’t remember at what age. Like for instance, their first movie, I absolutely don’t remember my first movie. I vaguely remember a Disney flick at the Gemini Theater in town. It had Jimmy Cricket in it, which per Google (my child is 15 for gosh sakes YES I had to google it) is Pinocchio. Perhaps that was my first movie, but I don’t know for sure. My mother had four children. I probably went to the movies a lot just so she could have some peace and quiet time (chugging a bottle of scotch). The movie I remember without a doubt was E. T. The theater was packed. I even remember the seat I sat in. But I was 10 when that came out so it would make more sense to remember it so clearly, not to mention how wildly popular it was.
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