I thought it was an accident. When my high school principal announced over the PA system that the World Trade Center had been hit by a plane. I distinctly remember hearing someone in the back of the class mutter, “terrorism.”
It’s an interesting juxtaposition sixteen years later. In some ways, it seems like a lifetime ago. While at the same time, I remember it like it was yesterday. Almost every year on September 11, I watch different documentaries about that day. And it’s never any less shocking that that happened.
I was struck by the thought today of how many holidays I don’t pay special attention to. I don’t care about Halloween, St. Patrick’s Day, Valentine’s Day, or New Year’s Day. I don’t do anything special for Veterans Day or Memorial Day. I don’t always even celebrate the Fourth of July. But 9/11 is a day every year that stands out to me.