I asked my students yesterday about their memories of September 11. They talked about being in third grade and their schools being shut down, watching it on television over and over again, their parents racing to come pick them up.
Jesus. I remember like yesterday sitting in the living room on Vine St., smack in the middle of my twenties, watching the news all morning, followed by days of panic and sadness.
While my now-adult students were in elementary school.