When 9/11 happened, I was six years old. I was in my third week as a second grader and that is about all I remember regarding my life at that time. I remember I got to leave school early. I remember my mom wouldn’t let me turn on the TV. I remember everyone whispering around me and my younger brother.
But I don’t remember IT. It being the thing everyone was trying to keep hidden from us. We weren’t allowed to know and the adults in our lives tried to preserve our innocence a little longer before they told us a few times, trying to keep us from fearing everything but still trying to get us to understand just how serious this was.
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A story about a young boy and his reflection on his life choices.
