Day 254

I never really know how to feel on the anniversary of September 11th. In many ways, it’s a normal day full of routine, yet every year I can remember exactly where I was when the news broke about the terrorist attacks. I was 14, a freshman in high school and the horrific events of that day, in a way, ended a generation’s innocence as we realized the world was not so safe and we couldn’t take anything for granted.

Instead of waxing poetic, I will leave this Story Corps episode here. I cry every time I watch it but it’s a beautiful tribute.