One kid did actually remember pretty well, because it was the last day of state testing at his school and he'd saved up to go to a nightclub. I went with Sam and this kid Sean, Carter, a bunch of people. I'm sorry? Yeah, I think I saw 22 Jump Street.
He seemed to have better recall.Īctually, I may have gone to the movies that night later. Actually, on second thought? I don't think I went to school that day. Actually, I think I worked that day.Yeah, I worked that day. Just for a lark, I asked some teenagers to try it.ĭo you remember what you did on that Friday? And it was 1999, so they had to do it without the benefit of texts or Facebook or Instagram. Because that's the situation in the story I'm working on in which a bunch of teenagers had to recall a day six weeks earlier. Now imagine you have to account for a day that happened six weeks back. How'd you get to work last Wednesday, for instance? Drive? Walk? Bike? Was it raining? Are you sure? Did you go to any stores that day? If so, what did you buy? Who did you talk to? The entire day, name every person you talked to. And that is, it's really hard to account for your time, in a detailed way, I mean. Before I get into why I've been doing this, I just want to point out something I'd never really thought about before I started working on this story. But, yes, every day this year, I've tried to figure out the alibi of a 17-year-old boy. I've had to ask about teenagers' sex lives, where, how often, with whom, about notes they passed in class, about their drug habits, their relationships with their parents.Īnd I'm not a detective or a private investigator. This search sometimes feels undignified on my part.
For the last year, I've spent every working day trying to figure out where a high school kid was for an hour after school one day in 1999- or if you want to get technical about it, and apparently I do, where a high school kid was for 21 minutes after school one day in 1999.
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