Eighteen years ago, my husband and I were on holiday in Florida. I hadn’t realized that September was hurricane season, so I was channel surfing inside, watching reruns of ER. As I flipped a channel, I saw what seemed to be out of a horror film – one of the World Trade Centers crashing to the ground. The day was September 11, 2001, a day that will forever be lodged in my mind and heart – and in the minds and hearts of others.
Where were you? How do you remember?