That header image is from the last time the World Trade Center was lit up for nighttime, at 6:00 AM EST on the morning of September 11, 2001. The sun hadn’t even come up yet, but it looked to be a beautiful, clear fall day.
I suppose I don’t have to say any more than that. It seems almost unreal that it was 17 years ago to the day, now. A good number of you may not even remember a time when these buildings, that day’s events weren‘t past history, either having not been born yet or not old enough to remember.
I wasn’t an adult, myself — I was 10 years old. September the 11th marked a half-year since I’d turned 10; 10 1/2 years old. I was in fifth grade. I don’t remember hearing about the Trade Center, but I do remember hearing in the middle of class from my aide (I’m handicapped; I needed one) saying that someone had bombed the Pentagon. I guess the school kept the students from hearing any more, protecting, keeping things hush-hush, because the first I actually saw of that day’s events was when I came home from school and saw the endless replays on the news, the ongoing coverage, of the planes flying into the Towers and their collapse. I don’t remember the day in between those two points very much at all, but I do remember the days after — the televised charity concerts, the televised speeches, the masses held at my local Catholic church to commemorate those from my area who had died that day (I am not sure how many). Even today, I approach recalling these events, and invoking remembrance of this day, with trepidation, as though I might profane a sacred task.
I’d like to hear your thoughts, your memories, if you have them — how you felt, what you did, on that day. And if you weren’t around yet, how this strange boundary, dividing line of history, feels to you, to have not experienced, but only heard and learned of second-hand.
I feel like this is a worthy thing to commemorate a Day Thread to. So, let’s do that. Let’s roll.