Once upon a time September 11th was just the day that came after September 10th and before September 12th. No more, no less. An ordinary late summer day — in the Northern Hemisphere anyway.
As a child in grade school I remember it as the time in school when the teacher would ask us to write the proverbial composition: “What I did on my summer vacation.” That was a toughie if you hadn’t gone to camp like the majority of your classmates, but I could always talk about my days at my Dad’s ranch in the Laurentians. Beat that, girls.
September 11th was usually the beginning of the second week in High School. We’d definitely be out of our white shoes then and into something basic brown or black.
Oh for the good old days.
Then on 9/11, everything changed. We all changed.
There is a palatable chill in the air as the anniversary of that colossal day approaches.
God bless us each and every one.