I was seven years old. It was Christmas time. We took pine cones and glued glitter to them, then strung yarn through them to wear as necklaces. I remember wearing a green sweater. It may be the last time I ever wore a sweater in earnest. My class got together to sing a song for our parents. It was part of a Christmas show. The songs we sang that night stayed with me forever. We sang "Somewhere Out There," which I much later learned was the song my long lost sister would think of whenever she thought of me. I remember one song most of all.
We sang "Stand By Me."
I remember one verse in particular:
If the sky that we look upon
Should tumble and fall
And the mountain should crumble to the sea
I won't cry, I won't cry
No I won't shed a tear
Just as long as you stand, stand by me
I envisioned that scene in my mind.
That was the first time I had a concept of the nobility of stoicism in the face of apocalypse.
You know, your typical seven year old at Christmas time.