Where were you? September 11, 2001 is a date that will forever evoke that question. We each have days that are frozen in our memory: our wedding day, the birth of a child, the death of a parent. But September 11, 2001 is a date that we have in common. We will always remember where we were when we heard about the events that were unfolding.
On that Tuesday morning, we had recently moved to Kentucky. Everything felt new and exciting. I had dropped three-yr-old firstborn off at preschool and come back to the house. I had left the TV on while I was gone, and in that time, it had gone from mundane news to confusion, worry and images of a smoking tower. I had to take Skippy to mother's day out in a little while, and then I had to go back to the preschool for a Teddy Bear Picnic. But somewhere in between all that, I saw the second tower get hit, and the first tower fall.
We were doing normal things, but we didn't feel normal.
The world had changed.
We will never forget.