September 11...

I was in 8th grade.  On the way to school, the kid we picked up to carpool with said that a plane had crashed into a building in New York.  We thought, how horrible, and kept on going to school.  Second plane hit during first period.  Remember thinking, "Not an accident." Spent the day watching the TV--past generations remember seeing the moon landings on the TV in grade school, but I never had anything like that.  This hyper-terrorism has been part of my life as long as I've been old enough to pay attention to the news.  I wonder if it is a reason for who I am.  I wonder future generations will have to see...