Much like the day was etched in stone...

I remember learning in school that when an event occurs in one’s life that is so monumental, horrific, and potentially life changing, we remember the very moment when we first heard the news. The weather outside, what we were doing, even the time of day that it had been. I use to shrug that off, vaguely remembering instances in which I somewhat remembered what I had been doing. Then 9/11 happened. It is truly startling the breadth and clarity one’s mine can remember a specific event. Much like the day was etched in stone, I believe that I will never forget that Tuesday.

Then again, I don't want to forget.