Writing about my day and how great my run was seems so trivial on this day of remembrance. I was in 8th grade, the only care in the world was how I was going to wear my hair on picture day. I had no connection to the attacks except that a man from my town was on one of the planes. That was it, but I can still remember every moment the night before and the morning of like it was yesterday. I can only imagine the feelings that someone who actually experienced the horrors has to relive every year. This is for them.