I can remember when Democrats believed that it was the duty of America to fight for freedom over tyranny.

Because I remember, I despair. Because I remember, I have the duty to reject despair.

I remember when I was that girl crying because I was so excited to finally meet Lita. To have girls crying over me is surreal.

I remember when I wanted every pitch to be a strike.

I remember when the idea of living to be 40 seemed absurd.

As a seven-year-old, I remember when Etan Patz disappeared and was immortalized as the first missing-child face on a milk carton.