I was in my biology class in high school when we heard about the planes hitting the towers.
Somewhere, there is a picture of my cousins and I as kids atop the towers. We always did the touristy thing when we visited my grandma (who still lives in Queens), and I remember thinking how amazing it was how high up we were.
Today we salute all those who lost their lives that day and in the following days as they tried to dig through the wreckage, find survivors, and clean up.
I went to ground zero while they were still cleaning up. I cried. I couldn't believe that less than a decade before I'd stood on top of structures that were no longer there.