......wake me up when September ends*. That's sort of how I felt this morning upon rolling out of bed.
Seven years ago, I was about 7 years old. At the age of 7, my young mind couldn't comprehend what was happening that fateful day. Now, as I look back in retrospect, I see that such grief is a hard thing for a country to bear, much less the individual citizens of America. God Bless the Red, White, and Blue! (with cupcakes, of course)
*it's a Green Day song that used to be popular, in case you were wondering where I got such a random quote.
Where were you on September 11th, 2001?