After

The world probably doesn't need another 9/11 blog post today, but this was crazy: 

My preteen girls came to class today eager to ask me if I remembered where I was on that day, because they'd read in their books that people recalled even the smallest details. 

 

They were amazed and sat awestruck in their splits while I told them everything I remembered. 

Because guess what? Some of my kids were born that year. A lot of them were born after. One day, they will relate to the mindset list that will say "September 11th has always been an auspicious date". It was pretty insane to think that I am now the one who lived the history they've only read about. 

I was young, but I knew a before.

They live in the after.