A Child of 9/11 (#SecretsofaRomanceWriter)

Week 2: Your earliest memory.

To be honest, I’m not sure that this is my earliest memory. That honor may belong to watching the fireworks at midnight as we entered the 21st Century, but I think this memory is far more formative.

My first day of kindergarten was 9/11/2001. Yes, this is dating me, and I apologize to everyone who forgot that I am, in fact, a child. Moving on.

My first day of kindergarten was 9/11/2001. I was five at the time and we were just starting our day when the first plane hit. To give credit where credit is due, I don’t have any concrete memories of issues at school, and since we were in New York City, I find that quite remarkable. We celebrated a classmate’s birthday and we were told we could go home early. My mom came to pick me up and I went home.

It was the days immediately following 9/11 that I remember far more clearly than the day itself.

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