It was 11 years ago today that my dad woke me up and said, “Someone’s bombed the World Trade Center.”
I was groggy, but I still remember walking into our living room and seeing the smoke from the Twin Towers on television.
It wasn't in a distant country.
It wasn't 50 years ago.
It was here. It was live.
Today is the 11th anniversary of 9/11.
The attack was surreal and horrible then, and despite its transition from current event to recent history, it's surreal and horrible now.
That day, in my college political science class, we spent the first half of class just talking about the morning.
The oddest thing?
We had just been reading about how our generation had no major event on par with the moon landing or the Kennedy Assassination.
Then all of the sudden, we did.
I just wish the "Where were you when?"-moment had been a happy one.
Where were you on Sept. 11? How has it affected your life?
