I was climbing my favorite Crab Apple tree!
I was watching the nightly news and listening while Chet Huntley and David Brinkley were telling me about the number of men killed that day in Viet Nam.
I was riding my bike again without fear that the riots that had devastated nearby Detroit would somehow bring terror to my town.
I was thinking about my grandfather, who had died that past July.
I was watching Star Trek on TV and imagining a world where all human beings were equal and only "aliens" were different.
I was in Mrs. Booker's third grade -- perhaps my least consequential year in elementary school, yet the first time that I was acknowledged as an "artist".
Pick a year and image the first 6 things that come to mind for you.
History is not a pantheon from the past. History is your story. This was a slice of mine....inspired by a very historic week.
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