People talk about flashbulb memories, moments frozen like amber in the mind. Cathy had always envied them.

The three examples people were always giving were Pearl Harbor, the JFK assassination, and 9/11. Cathy had missed them all. She hadn’t even been a zygote in 1941, and had been barely four years old in 1964–her mom said she had been asleep most of the day. Cathy had slept through September 11, too, having just come back San Diego and jet-lagged to hell.

Who, then, could have guessed that her first flashbulb memory would come at 11:47am on an otherwise unremarkable Saturday in June?