Today is the 12th anniversary of one of the most terrible days in the history of the United States… the attack on the World Trade Center in New York City. And like all cataclysmic events, most people remember exactly where they were and what they were doing when they heard the horrible news.
At the time, I was a young cat with lots of energy, and I heard the news as I was in the process of waking Steve and his female (my humans). At the time, they had a clock radio (a truly obnoxious gadget) that was set to a news channel, so that when they woke up they could hear what was going on in the world. Anyway, as I was licking Steve and his female awake, the clock radio went off and we all heard that a plane had crashed into one of the twin towers at the World Trade Center. At first, we thought it might be a small plane that had somehow gotten off course… within minutes, however, the announcer said the incident was believed to be an act of terrorism.
Steve and his female went downstairs and turned on the TV, and the true horror of the incident began to unfold… although Steve did take time to feed me my breakfast (hey, tragedy or not, a cat has to eat!). For most of the day, like pretty much everyone else in America, we were transfixed, stunned and appalled as they situation went from bad to worst… and then worst of all as those two very tall buildings crumbled into dust.
So now 12 years have passed and the World Trade Center site has returned to life, with a new tower almost finished and a 9/11 museum set to open. But no one who was alive on September 11, 2001 will ever forget what happened there, and today, as we do every year on September 11th, we remember and think about all those people who were lost on that now-hallowed ground.