It wasn’t until 31 March of this year that the horror of 11 September, 2001 fully registered with me.

Of course, I had seen some video footage in the past. I had seen some pictures. But it wasn’t until I was reviewing a video for work – a trailer of an interview with a man who “could see the heuristic argument” behind the 9/11 attacks and I looked up a video of the south tower’s collapse out of curiosity that it really sunk in. I had seen the planes hit the towers, but I had never seen them collapse.

I bit my tongue (literally); it was all I could do to keep from crying there at my desk. It hit home. (And luckily no one else was in the office yet.)

People ran screaming towards the cameraman, jostling him a bit when they scrambled past, as the south tower came down in a cloud of gray dust and smoke and debris. A man screamed repeatedly, “Oh my god! Oh my god!” and sobbed. My hands were shaking and I felt like I needed to vomit. No longer did it seem so distant and action movie like, something that happened 14 years ago. It was right in front of my face, staring me down.

Where were you on 9/11? It’s a question that has been asked a billion times, I’m sure, and I’d be willing to bet that every one of us, in some way or another, remembers exactly where we were. Some of us are probably too young to remember the event, but we’ve been told what we were doing on that day.

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