Tuesday, September 11, 2012
11 years ago
11 years ago today I was a sophomore in high school. I was walking into early morning Algebra 2/Trig with some chocolate chip Poptarts and a yellow Tupperware sippy cup full of milk. I remember being wet. Mr. Eagan and the handful of other students in the room were staring up at the Chanel 1 TV. I stared and stared and I still didn't know what was happening. World Trade Center. Planes crashing. Followed by days and weeks of uncertainty and mourning. 11 years ago today was a very different time. No planes in the sky and so much change ahead.
There's a piece I wrote back when I was a freshman in college about September 11th and I think about it every year when this day comes. I've looked for it and looked for it on the computer, but I can't find it. I know I have a hard copy somewhere. I want to find it and pull it out and read it. Because there are some days we should remember. And I just feel like September 11th is one of those days.
I was surprised, in many ways, how much I went back and forth today between remembering what happened ten years ago and then forgetting all about it in the course of my daily routine.
Dropping Olivia off at preschool. Heading to the grocery store. Working on my laptop. Marking off projects in my notebook. "Typed up! 9/11/12" Oh.
Driving to the doctor's office. Sad, cranky Olivia in the back seat. Feeling like an idiot first-time mom for taking my kid in just because she had a fever for two days in a row. And then realizing what a blessing it is that the biggest worry in my day is taking Olivia to see the pediatrician. No buildings falling. No empty skies. Oh.
The world now is a different place than it was ten years ago. But, in many good ways, still very much the same. We carry with us the memories of lives lived. Of tears shed. Of days that pass. With a seemingly infinite amount of moments in our lives to remember, I find it easy to forget the hugeness of the world, the collective history of all of us.
Next year I'm going to dig out that piece of writing and type it up and share it with you here. It shares the details of memories that have faded in my head. It remembers so much better than my brain that's too muddled with doctors appointments and preschool pick-up times and book writing and sewing and antibiotics for ear infections and what we had for dinner. It's healthy to move on. But it's also important to remember.
What were you doing 11 years ago?
Posted by Katie Lewis at 11:30 PM