In 1980, John Lennon was gunned down in front of the Dakota. It is one of those classic, you know where you were when ‘this person’ was killed moments in my life.
WHY? I KNOW EXACTLY WHERE I WAS 6 years old in my bedroom, top of the house in 23 Mervan road, Brixton, south London. I remember it with such clarity, even now more than 34 years later I can STILL feel the emotional agony and grief of that moment.
Why is that significant?
Because this incident was (I now realise) the defining moment in my life.
Again. WHY? BUT, MORE IMPORTANTLY WHY IS IT DIFFERENT TO OTHERS WHO REMEMBER IT?
Talking to my mother the other night, I said to her. “God mum, I must have REALLY loved him, I even hear the announcement now of his death and I can still feel my heart breaking”.
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