9/11 will never just be another day. Every year I think it will get a little easier to forget and move on and it doesn’t. Every year I am reminded of what almost was. I am not one to live a life full of regrets or fear. But 9/11 is the one day every year that haunts me.
I was 6 years old the first time I saw the Twin Towers. I was driving across the Tappen Zee bridge from Connecticut with my Mom when I saw them glistening in the sunlight overlooking the water. They were a sight to behold especially to me. Prior to that moment the tallest building I had seen was the 6 story section 8 apartment building I lived in with my newly divorced Mom. I would see them hundreds of times as a kid growing up in Connecticut who would travel to Brooklyn or Jersey regularly to visit family or see Mets games. They were a major part of my childhood and I appreciated them every time I came across the bridge. (more…)