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2002-09-13

September 11, 2001 was to be an extremely happy day for our family. I had walked my oldest daughter Hannah to school for another exciting day of first grade. Our youngest daughter Morgan was to start Pre-School on that day. We took pictures and walked to school on that bright, beautiful blue-skied morning. When Morgan and I arrived home, our neighbor was standing in her door waiting to tell us that a plane had hit one of the Trade Towers. An accident I thought then went inside for a few minutes before we had to leave for Pre-School. I didn't turn on the tv as we didn't have time. We got in the car and I immediately turned on the radio. The first thing I heard was that another plane had hit the second tower and that there were reports that the Pentagon too had been hit. It was no longer an accident I feard, But a horrible attack on the United States. I didn't know how to "feel" that day. Sad? Fear? I was numb. I remember watching tv-all alone and crying at the sight of the survivors. People covered in dust, all looking the same. I couldn't make out the color of their skin, but all had the look of fear and disbelief in their eyes. Little did I know of the true devistation that had occurred or the horror that would unfold over the hours and days ahead. It's funny though. The pictures I took that morning did not register the date as 9/11/01 in the corner. It wasn't until I took pictures later in the day that 9/11/01 actually showed up. I guess something was telling me that such a joyous event on that day didn't need to share the date as something so tragic. Peace to all the familys who lost loved ones on 9/11/01.