
I don't cry much but it is making me tear up a little.

Crazy.
It seems like yesterday. I remember leaving a typical boring psych class and a girl named Arielle running up to us screaming "someone just knocked over the Pentagon!" and thinking she was an idiot. Then I ran into Kathryn and we saw a group of 30 people huddled around a car with its doors all open blasting the radio so that people on the street could hear what was going on. As soon as they said a second plane hit the towers we ran into a classroom where 50 people were gathered around a tv watching the news.
It's crazy to think there are kids entering college this year that were too young to really comprehend what was going on in the world that day 10 years ago.
I'll always remember the images from those days.
It affected me a lot then. And now that I live in the city, relatively close to ground zero, I can't even imagine what it must of been like for people in the city.
I'm lucky to not have known anyone who actually died on September 11th. Though I do know people who were there who didn't die. And of course for that I'm grateful.
I feel for all the people who lost their lives and their loved ones so senselessly on that day - on a day that started out like any normal day. And it reminds me why I try to live each day to its fullest and appreciate what I have and am doing now, because everything can be gone in an instant.
I've been looking through a ton of photos on Time.com and Life and CNN and these are some that are some of the most powerful ones for me.








The new 9/11 memorial fountain opens to the public tomorrow. I'm going straight there when I get home.



These days everyone's memories just focus on the towers blowing up. I found this cool movie montage that celebrates the 30 years the towers stood standing.
I was probably 10 years old the one time I visited the towers with my family. I don't remember if we ever went to the top. I think maybe we wanted to but there was too long a line or something so we didn't. But I remember the cab driver who took us there was the friendliest cab driver I'd ever met and he had a collection of little flair buttons like the ones servers wear at TGI Fridays or Applebees covering the inside of the roof of his cab and I thought they were sooooo cool so he gave me one of them that said "I <3 NY" and my dad gave him a $20 tip.**
I lost that button very soon after like the idiot child that I was...but I will always remember...

**Actually my dad giving ANYONE a $20 tip seems very out of character so it was probably a $2 tip which in my ten-year-old mind was an unfathomable amount of money and so I probably just remember it as $20.















































