For me, the passage of time is uneven. It is as if my whole life is a passage of events, as if time travels in a herky-jerky fashion. And what heralds time’s passing are key events, caught in my mind like specimens caught in amber.
Each generation has its moments. Events that are forever caught in the collective memories and that changed who the collective was and would be. My mother told me of her “JFK moment.” That moment in high school chemistry when she learned her President had been shot. I don’t have a JFK moment. But I have others. Other moments that changed my timeline and in doing so, changed me. The moments that I look back and think of as the bits and pieces of my life.