When you think about time and really put it into prospective, it is a lot like water. It is so lose and fluid. Like the ocean, time is uncontainable. We can’t own it; time is unstoppable. We try to capture it in snapshots and rely upon our memories for instant replays of it. But, do we even really own our memories? For they too, begin to leave us in bits and pieces as we grow. Yet, there are some things we’ll never forget, for the tragedy and pain of them are etched not just into our minds, but they are branded into our souls.
Ten years. Ten years have passed since the tragic events of 9/11. Where were you and what were were you doing on this day back then? If you were alive and old enough on this day, you can most likely recount it as if only a day ago. I will never forget that day.