12, 10, 9, and 4. That is how old my children were on September 11, 2001, the day everything they knew about their world changed.
When my oldest came to tell me something really bad just happened, the look on his face was something I’d never seen before, something I never hope to see again. He was scared and confused. “Something bad has happened mommy, it’s on TV and lots of people are going to be dead now.”
I followed him to the living room as he told me an airplane had an accident and hit a building. When I saw the awful scene playing out on the screen I felt a sickness in the pit of my stomach, how does an accident like this happen?
The second plane hadn’t hit yet.
When it did, I crumbled.
I remember falling to my knees right there in front of the television…
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The Season Of Myths 
Thank you for sharing :o)
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