I have hazy memories of 9/11, but not of the terrorism itself but the impact it had and the way everyone reacted to it. I remember my preschool teachers crying, everyone being picked up early that day, all the military people with guns at the train station, and how there was this palpable sadness and tension. We went to a memorial event. I remember strangers hugging and comforting one another. I was too young then to comprehend what had happened, and was shielded from news coverage as much as possible. I remember learning about it in depth in school years later and everyone crying in class.
My first vivid memory is of the Queen's Golden Jubilee in London the summer of 2002. We were there for it, and it was spectacular. There were huge screens and cameras set up in Hyde Park and in Commonwealth countries around the world, and festivities were kicked off by a massive sing-along to All You Need is Love. All the streets were decorated with Union Jack flags and banners, and it was a stirring sight. We had a picnic at St. James Park and then attended this public concert in front of Buckingham Palace. I got to see the Queen.