the date.

It's been eight years.  Can you believe it?!  I was fifteen and about to start my junior year of high school.  It was to be my first year of Running Start at EWU, so I hadn't started yet.  I woke up at TL's (we had set the alarm to get up and watch this really horrendous morning talk show featuring Mario Lopez.....I shudder as I type.) and we turned the TV on.  First thing she sees is Tony Blair on the screen going on about how he and his nation will be strong to defeat any and all enemies.  Then she reads the banner across the bottom of the screen that says the twin towers were hit in an apparent terrorist attack.  Her conclusion, that she shrieked to me in the bathroom?  The damn British attacked us!

It's bizarre to remember how terrified I was, even from three thousand miles away.  I had nightmares for months.  Makes me wonder about the people who lost loved ones.  Do their nightmares stop?

Proud to be American on this day, even if not organically.

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