Memories are funny. Sometimes out of the blue you remember a little moment in time that comes back with such clarity that you can't believe this wasn't always at the forefront of your brain. I was about 5 or 6 and my mom and I were heading out of the grocery store and there was an older gentleman with a funny hat and suit with a tiny red flower in the lapel. My mom gave the gentleman some money and he reached for the lapel and plucked out the flower and handed it to me. Oh I had no idea what the transaction was about, but I knew I had a pretty red flower. I kept that flower on my vanity for weeks!
From the time we started school we knew about Memorial Day, even if it started with us just knowing it was a day off of school. As we went through the years we learned that is was a day that we remember those that were killed and fought for our country. It's a day of remembrance, a day of honoring and a day of being grateful for having what we have because people fought to get us here.
Did you learn how this all started? Red Poppies
Update: a post from the NY Times to round out the education!