I was born about a week after John Lennon was killed, give or take. I remember my mother saying it was on the news still just after I arrived. Regan was sworn in soon later as President of the United States. A baby girl received a baboon heart, and then died shortly after. The Berlin wall finally fell. A space shuttle burst into flames while America watched. Michael Jacksons hair set on fire during a commercial shoot. He was popular at the time. Music had changed its sound as did hair and clothing trends too. Prince Charles and Princess Diannas wedding, and the Oliver Norths trial happened as well. In conclusion, I saw people cry. Later on another ship would find its way into nothingness. An iconic patch was broadcasted, before gay was wrong and oppressive behavior was on the move. Neither right, nor wrong by definition were moral. Colors seemed to matter, as humans were able to love each other, yet it was against law and against primitive standards. As a teen, I was in and out of jail. By the time I was eighteen, I was committed to a mental facility. I stayed for a week. Four years later I felt I didnt want to be alive anymore. Then, I met the woman who would become my wife. A year later we married and had a baby. Eventually, two more babies came. We are still married.