History

It's strange to see the world grow up around us, to notice small differences and realize, this is it, this is life. Happening, around us, now. This is what we'll remember, this is what we'll retell and what will be studied. Pluto's no longer a planet, yet I have its plastic scale model in the box with the others, and remember how proudly it used to  hang in my bedroom. I remember the recession, the stock market crash. I remember 9/11, being scared and not understanding why people were crying, and the death of bin Laden. This is the present. This will be the past. This is history.