It’s crazy how fast time flies. It’s also crazy how drastically things can change as time flies.
Today marks the 14th anniversary of September 11. Every year on this day I remember everything I saw, did, thought, asked, wondered that day. I was only seven years old. It was a Tuesday which meant we had to be up early to go to work with my mom. My siblings were already up and downstairs eating breakfast. It was sunny and cloudless in Southern California just like in New York City. I remember walking down the steps slowly, only focusing on making myself a bowl of cereal when I noticed the TV was on, looking at it just in time to see the second tower explode from the impact of United flight 175.