[jkl123]

Sept. 11th, 2001 was a Tuesday. It was also my now 14 year old's first day of kindergarten. I got him ready, loaded him on the school bus, and went back to sleep for a bit. Not long after my mother called - she was in Fla visiting my sister. She was hysterical, exclaiming how we'd just been attacked, turn on the news NOW. I hung up with her and watched TV in horror. Our great nation was under attack.
I remember debating on if I should pick my son up from school, not knowing what was going on. My SO convinced me not to. When he got home from school, I clung to him. We went to a local hot dog stand for dinner. Everyone was quiet, somber. All the radios were tuned in to the attacks, no music. I was glued to the TV for days. We went out the very next day to buy a flag, and there were none to be found. I continued to send my son to school for some sense of normalcy, though I just wanted him home, safe in my arms. The media covered the heroes who had fallen, giving faces to names. We saw those pictures of the fire fighters, climbing up the stairs in the twin towers, as everyone else was running down. Those images will stay with me forever.

As that country song goes, where were you when they world stopped turning on that Sept. day? Share...