I was 14 when 9/11 happened. I was living in the UK and playing the first Rugby game of the school year. It was mid afternoon when those terrible events unravelled. The afternoon carried on as normal, there were no announcements, nothing to give away that the world had changed forever. It wasn’t until my mum picked me up after the game that she told me that planes had crashed into the WTC and the Pentagon. I listened to the radio in the car on the way home and, like most 14 year olds, did not comprehend just how seismic these events were. At home I watched the events on the news well into the night, feeling disgust, loathing and horror. Through the TV screen the news showed footage of a man falling through the air and I could not watch anymore as I finally comprehended the scale of what happened 9/11, and how it would really change the world forever.