I am the only kitty here who was around on September 11, 2001. I have meowed to the rest of my family about what it was like that day.
Mom usually would leave the house early for a row on the river, but that morning she was tired after just returning home from a big race in Montreal the week before. She was home and awake watching the morning news with our woofie Colby. The local news cut over to the Today show early because of what was happening, so my mom watched it all unfold on live TV. She remembers not believing what she was seeing. How could she? She watched as the 2nd plane hit the building. She watched the towers fall...
The next month when mom and dad were on the east coast, they went to New York City, it was late October and people were being encouraged to go visit New York City...so they went. Mom and dad took the subway to ground zero. Mom tells us that the first thing she remembers is the smell. It was still horrific a month later. She remembers the chain link fence filled with photos and remembrances.
And so we remember, 10 years later. And forever.