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| After 9/11, my coworkers and I lined the West Side Highway to cheer emergency workers heading to Ground Zero. Photo: Maria Adcock |
A few days ago my husband and I watched a 9/11 documentary
on the National Geographic channel. Watching those documentaries every year never
fails to get us teary eyed, especially because we were both in New York City on that tragic day in 2001.
Though a new memorial stands in the footsteps of the Twin Towers
and construction on a new building will be completed in about 2 years, the
scars remain for those I know who lost loved ones in the World Trade
Center eleven years ago.
My toddler is growing up in a much different world than the
one I grew up in. When I was little, terrorism happened in far away places that
the news would mention almost in passing. In a few years, my daughter will hear
about 9/11 whether from her classmates or on TV. I will have to explain to her what
happened on 9/11, and I’m not sure how yet.
In the past few years I have written about my personal
experience with 9/11 having lived just a mile away from Ground Zero at the
time. One day when she’s old enough my daughter can read these essays and view
the photos I took from my apartment window which had a clear view of the
billowing smoke from the destruction.
Most of all, I will tell her about the heroes that day (like
her NYC firefighter uncle) who worked endless hours on 9/11/01 and thereafter
to help others at Ground Zero.
Read my essays:
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| Our 2001 Real Simple magazine staff even made signs to let the emergency personnel know how much we appreciated their rescue efforts. Photo: Maria Adcock |
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