It's been 10 years. A decade.
My thoughts are with friends and the people in New York City.
I remember being in the first grade and all the teachers were in a mad frenzy, running around, trying to figure out what was going on. I didn't know about the attack until I got home and watched the news. They played and re-played the towers falling. Over and over again.
I remember crying because I was scared. So, so scared. The news people said it was an attack and many other things.
I cried when I read Meg Cabot's post about that day for the first time. I've read it every year since then.