It's one of those things, isn't it? The "I remember what I was doing when that happened" things. And this one, I know we all remember. I am one of the very fortunate, because my memories are not that noteworthy. Being so far away from all the tragedy that occurred that day, I didn't lose anyone, or even have anyone in my life that I really had to worry about.
One of the things I remember: How proud and willing my fellow townspeople and I were to put some cash into the yellow boots that local fireman held out to us, as they were collecting money to support their brothers in New York.
For our own reasons, we each had the need to do something. Personally, having lost nothing, I remember wanting to help those that had lost so much, if only in a small way.
That's what I remember the most. Feeling so sad and wishing I could help, while knowing that what they, and our country, had lost was so very much bigger than money.