I remember that night (August 30, 1997) the car accident involving princess Diana. I was at a local watering hole here in Toronto, and the waiter pointed to the TV screen to say that 'Lady Di' was in a really bad car accident in Paris. I know it was a Saturday night here in Toronto. It was sort of unbelievable at first.
September 11, 2001. I was sleeping. I was doing publicity for a westcoast punk band, and well...up all night, sending out e-mails/faxes and press kits etc., and well...it wasn't until I woke up, and listened to my call-answer messages that I realized, that there's all this 'World Trade Centre' stuff. But my best friend in Cleveland, Ohio, called me and asked me to call him right away. Which he wouldn't do unless it was important. So I call him, and he asks me if I have heard anything. The TV is on in the other room, but I hadn't made my coffee yet, and I was already wanting to get things ready for the day (more publicity work). When I did call my friend in Ohio, he told me what happened. I didn't believe a word he said. But somehow he coaxed me into going into the other room, phone dangling in mid-air stretched as far as it could go: and then I watched video feed, and then I noticed...something was wrong. Very wrong. But when I told him I needed to watch this, I hung up the phone, grabbed my coffee and then watched the news. When I saw the actual replay of one of the towers collapsing, I 'yelled' because it was just too unbelievable.
JFK (November 22, 1963): I was apparently, playing on the kitchen floor as a baby in southwestern Ontario, and my mother was cleaning the floor, and she heard it on the radio.
Man on the Moon (July 1969). Yes I remember that, I was about 7 years old, and I remember at night, looking up at the moon, trying to 'find' the astronauts. Funny what a kid thinks, eh?