I rarely remember what I was doing on a particular date. What did I do on my last birthday? Probably ate a steak? I'm not really sure. Where was I when I learned about some significant world event? With the exception of 9/11 (in my pickup, outside my high school, listening to the radio with my younger brother), I don't have firm memories. But this year, I've replayed the events of June 20, 2025, in my mind as we reached the anniversary of a tornado that hit our farm.