Eight Years Hence

We will always remember where we were on the 11th day of the 9th month in the year 2001.  I was driving my daughters to riding lessons. We were listening to the radio, confused. I  phoned my husband and was able to talk for just a minute before the connection was lost. And that is how we felt: lost.

We tried to pump gas, and searched for a gas station that was open since computers were down. We looked for a place to buy some things we needed, and stores were closed.  People were constantly telling each other to stay safe.

In today’s Wall Street Journal, Peggy Noonan eloquently wrote about the children of 9/11.  My children remember the day, and their fears.  I remember the skies being silent, since no planes were flying. When airplanes were again permitted to fly, my children were afraid of the sound and what it might mean.

It has been 8 years, and my children are 18 and 21, young adults.  Their lives and ours, and our world has never been the same. What do you and your children remember about those days?

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