I can still vividly remember the day. I was up earlier than the girls and Ms. Caine. As I do every morning, I turned on the tv to watch the morning news as I cook breakfast. There was a fire in one of the twin towers. I stopped to watch closer. The towers had always been the landmark that I first looked for every time my Mommy took me to New York as a kid, and that I sought out when I went to NYC as an adult. A few years prior my brother and I went to the top of the towers. New York, my Mommy’s home town, and my favorite place on Earth was being attacked. I sat and watched. Then the second plane hit the towers. I couldn’t help but yell, waking everyone up. It still brings tears to my eyes. 18 years later my hope is that we remember what happen. I hope that we have the capacity to understand that hate and mistrust fueled this event, and that we all have the capacity to use hates antithesis to create a better world for our kids.
Thank you for your memory of that horrible day. It’s still very clear to me to this day. It seems that it is mentioned less and less on the anniversary each year. There is very little in the media today. Not like it has been the first 10 years after. It’s important that we remember what happened and that kids that have no memory of this understand what happened, and what a tragedy it was. It changed our country forever, whether people realize it or not.