Every year when September 11 rolls around, we always go back in our minds to the places we were that day. Each one of us has a very vivid memory of what we were doing, who we were with, and how we found out. It is etched into our minds and our psyche. One day, my kids will be old enough to ask questions about what happened that day but will they ever be able to appreciate it like we do? They’re growing up in a world very different from what we did.
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