That happened during the school day for me. West coast would have been asleep. On the east coast, at least, no kid was nagging about cartoons unless they were out sick in a non-flu month and also particularly stupid.
Granted, I was 11 then, so definitely on the higher end of the 90’s baby scale. But there are at least 630 child millenials that very clearly remember that, because our teachers were ordered not to say anything, told us they were ordered not to say anything, and then immediately disobeyed because they felt it was important. They led my entire grade out into the main hallway to watch it live.
I’d had too much of a sense of realism to ever think we were “innocent” or whatever, in order to understand what people mean when they say they lost that. I think this reaction would be more prominent in the middle class than my PTSD-riddled ass. I assume they just mean a lost feeling of safety?
Sitting cross-legged on the floor in the kind of silence several hundred tweens aren’t supposed to make, my main emotion was a deep dread. Anyone with a brain in their head knew we were going to retaliate. I didn’t want a war.
I also remember Y2K. It was hard to hear anything else. 1999 is the first new year’s eve I clearly remember, actually, simply because it was anxiety-inducing in comparison with all the others. Just sat there with my headphones on, not listening to music. I was a stressed out kid.
That happened during the school day for me. West coast would have been asleep. On the east coast, at least, no kid was nagging about cartoons unless they were out sick in a non-flu month and also particularly stupid.
Granted, I was 11 then, so definitely on the higher end of the 90’s baby scale. But there are at least 630 child millenials that very clearly remember that, because our teachers were ordered not to say anything, told us they were ordered not to say anything, and then immediately disobeyed because they felt it was important. They led my entire grade out into the main hallway to watch it live.
I’d had too much of a sense of realism to ever think we were “innocent” or whatever, in order to understand what people mean when they say they lost that. I think this reaction would be more prominent in the middle class than my PTSD-riddled ass. I assume they just mean a lost feeling of safety?
Sitting cross-legged on the floor in the kind of silence several hundred tweens aren’t supposed to make, my main emotion was a deep dread. Anyone with a brain in their head knew we were going to retaliate. I didn’t want a war.
I also remember Y2K. It was hard to hear anything else. 1999 is the first new year’s eve I clearly remember, actually, simply because it was anxiety-inducing in comparison with all the others. Just sat there with my headphones on, not listening to music. I was a stressed out kid.