Like anybody could forget. September 11 will always be synonymous with that day.
That day my four year old began ballet in pink tights and a waterfall of hair on her head in a basement studio with other little girls and parents with ashen, confused faces. What had just happened? Watching those little feet turn out, learn to stand in straight lines, allowed those of us watching one more moment to pretend that this day was like any other.
It was not.
And neither were the weeks that followed. Shock, fear and horror filled the air around all of us. Still 10 years later I can remember how it made me feel, as well as I remember one minute ago. That day when I thought I might have lost a cousin (I did not and am grateful for that every year, even though he is such a smart ass!!!!!) That day when innocence went on a permanent sabbatical.
The world changed on that crisp blue sky, perfectly perfect fall day. But I believe still, that there is more good than bad in the world. Even after that day and so many other unspeakable days. I will continue to believe that. More good than bad. Which is something Al Queda or Isis can ever take away.