Every generation has a "I remember where I was that day" moment. For my parents it was the day JFK was shot. For mine, it's 9/11.
It was the first week of college as a freshman at the University of Rhode Island. I had just crossed the quad hearing my peers talk about New York and the World Trade Center. Being a New Yorker I definitely picked up the pace to get back to my dorm and to a TV.
And there it was.
Today is a day for remembering. And I can't believe it's already been 8 years.
