So, in chronological order, here we go:
1. September 6, 1966. My first day in junior high school. It was seventh grade, I wore a beautiful flowered voile dress that wasn’t one of my older sister’s dresses cut down for me—it was all mine, nylon stockings, and white ballet flats, and for the first time in my nearly thirteen years, I felt like a young lady instead of little kid. And when Timmy Halligan (a ninth grader!) flashed me a smile and said, “Well, hello there,” the girly girl in me awakened.
2. May 5, 1975. I was taken hostage during a robbery at the bank branch where I was working. In that moment, I realized that there were evil people in the world who didn’t give a single damn about the value my life. To the man who held me at gunpoint, I was nothing more than a shield to protect him from the policemen waiting outside the bank. He used me to save his own life. Mine was expendable. My memories of that almost thirty minutes are clear pictures in my head. But although the car I was shoved into had nearly 72 bullet holes in it and the robbers and the police shot into and out of the bank, I don’t remember hearing a single shot fired. Not one bullet hit any of us three hostages, grace that I credit to the angels who had their wings around us that day.
3. March 23, 1988. The day my mother died. I wasn’t prepared to lose my mother so young—who is? It wasn’t just that I was devastated, it was that suddenly it really, truly was time to be grownup.
4. July 7, 1996. I got my first client as freelancer—IDG Books. I’d papered the freelance coordinator’s office walls with my resume and bugged the socks off her to allow me to test for her. When she finally said, “okay, come in and take a test, but be aware that it’s not an easy test,” I almost threw up after I hung up the phone. But I took the test, passed with flying colors, and she gave me my first job that very day—Law For Dummies. I still have that book (with my name in it as proofreader!) in my bookcase along with a copy of the invoice I sent them.
There’s my list—and yeah, perhaps reflective of a life that is kinda small in the greater scheme of things, but I’m hoping to add lots more memorable days to it. How about you? Tell us your five most memorable days.