No one will forget where he or she was on September 11, 2001. Whether you live in Manhattan, Pennsylvania, Washington, D.C. or on the other side of the country, nearly 10 years later you retain the vivid memory of where you were when you learned of the devastating terrorism that took the lives of some 3,000 innocent people. Now, with Osama bin Laden no longer a threat, we're flashing back to that tragic day.
As a Manhattanite myself, I was merely blocks away from the Twin Towers. My daughter, 4 years old at the time, was already in school. Being more Pollyanna-minded than Oliver Stone, I didn't believe it was terrorism, despite the reports to the contrary.
"Air traffic error," I thought.
Even after the second plane hit, I was still not convinced. But my maternal instinct had me to jump into my car to get my child.
My neighborhood was covered in ash and soot for weeks. I remember seeing a cop out there, unaware that his fly was open. I decided not to tell him because he had bigger things to deal with, just as we all did.
While I did not know any of the departed souls, I mourned with their loved ones, with my city and with the world, praying for peace.
Now it's your turn. Tell us about your September 11th.