As I sit here and write this, there is a situation unfolding. Apparently an 18 year old girl in Mosman, Sydney has had an explosives collar attached to her neck along with a reported ransom note. There is a lot of speculation and a lot of unconfirmed stories floating around. I’m watching ABC 24 waiting for a news conference to receive the official news. It’s late, I’ve got to have the 11 year old at school by 7:30 to compete in regional shot-put (go my big girl) but I can’t go to bed. Because I need to know what’s going on. I am really hoping the fact that not a whole lot of attention and exposure is being given to the situation on commercial TV means it won’t be as bad it appears. I'm really hoping it's not going to turn into one of those moments I remember where I was “when”.
Because there are only so many moments, in hindsight, that you will remember exactly where you were “when”.
9/11 I was at home. Pregnant. In fact, my husband had gotten up that morning, watched a lot of it in real time but FAILED TO WAKE ME UP. I guess perhaps he didn’t want to wake me, but when I did eventually get up and realised ABC kids wasn't even on, I figured some heavy shit was going down. Playschool stops for no man. I flicked from channel to channel and it didn’t take me long to comprehend that what I was witnessing wasn’t a bad Bruce Willis movie, but actual real life planes slamming into actual real life buildings. The world changed that day. And we all remember where we were when we heard or saw the news.
The Day Diana died. Love, hate, ambivalence, whatever it is you feel towards The Royal Family, you would still remember where you were when you heard the news that Diana had been killed in a car crash. It was a Saturday morning here in Australia. I was at work in a real estate agency bumming around, reading the paper and pretending to look busy. We didn’t have internet back then and we certainly didn’t have very accurate, up to the minute news like we do today. I heard it on the radio news, rang my then boyfriend and mulled it over in the office until we had the news confirmed. It shocked me and I couldn’t even explain why. I also remember that we were in a hotel room the night of her funeral and instead of going out like we had planned, we stayed in and witnessed the prolific scene where her sons walked behind the card that was atop her funeral procession with the simple word “Mummy”.
Winning the America’s Cup. I was in grade 3 and vividly remember the famous Bob Hawke line about bums and bosses. What I remember more was that my dad was home that morning, putting off going to work to watch the unfolding events. He was so happy that morning. Everyone was. I was probably just happy I was allowed to say bum and get away with it.
Port Arthur. I’ve written about this before. We were at a friend’s house having a BBQ and as we all slowly but surely made our way inside to gather around the television, it was so horribly obvious that we would never be as innocent as we were when we had arrived that day.
Stuart Diver rescue. We were away, staying in Iluka. I had gone to pick up our Chinese from the one and only Iluka Bowls Club when on the little TV on the wall, we saw him being stretchered out. I remember bawling my eyes out surrounded by people waiting for their takeaway. There's something kind of beautiful sharing an emotional moment like that with complete strangers.
Socceroos’s making it into the world cup. We were sitting in bed, flicking around channels and for some reason stayed on SBS and watched the final kick and subsequent shirt over the head, running around goosebump moment.
|You so silly Aloisi. Don't stop.|
Oh, and it’s 12pm and they have just announced that the 18 year old is safe and sound. Very happy to say this won’t be one of those moments I'll remember forever.
So where were you “when”?