My memories are so vivid too; turning on the tv for my daughter and the regular cbc kids programming wasn't on. I thought it was just a fire at one of the wtc towers, I switched the channel and missed the second plane hitting. When I called my husband at work in Toronto (like the many people in New York, working in an office tower) and I described the carnage, he pictured the plane flying through the building and then crashing to the ground. I had to explain it to him. I remember bursting into tears for weeks afterwards imagining people heading to work and one hour later making the decision to jump from an 80th floor window to their deaths. It changed me forever. My daugher (who was three) asked me about a week later if the planes were still flying into the buildings. I knew I had to stop watching the footage. We've talked a lot about it this past week, but my girls don't really understand - the fear, the sadness, the shock, no planes in the air for a week, the after effects like the stock market taking a hit, increased security and the wars. I am saddened by the sense of revenge at some of the memorial speeches today. I don't like to think about the wars (most of which I think were unjust) that followed, the torture that was inflicted on both sides and the innocent deaths of children as a result. I want to spend today thinking of the victims, their hopes and dreams dashed, their memories not forgotten. Thanks for your post today...