Where were you when the towers went down? I know you know. Kind of like the generation during the Kennedy era knew where they were when JFK was killed.
I was in my living room, in a gliding rocking chair, watching the Today show. They broke in to report a plane had hit one of the towers. It was unbelievable. I don't have to review the rest. Everyone knows what happened and what has happened since.
During this time period, I was a nanny to three precious little girls. I still call them my girls. I called their dad and got permission to get them out of school. I picked them up and took them to McDonalds. I felt this was something so simple but so real for me. I was heartbroken about 9/11 and my girls were my comfort that day. That night I listened as I heard no planes in the sky.
My heart goes out to the families that lost loved ones this day eight years ago. Wow, I can't believe it's been that long. But it has. However, I don't imagine it gets any easier over time. 
This picture has always brought me to tears. I can't imagine what it was like there.
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September 14, 2009 at 6:14 AM
September 11 was the first tragic event that my son encountered and he was only 9 years old at the time. He couldn't fathom grown adults who would have so much hate in their hearts that they would want to kill. It's a day that I'll remember not only of the lives that were lost, but the day that childhood innoncence was lost.
