10 years. Wow. Can you believe it? I’m having a hard time wrapping my head around that. So much has changed since then; yet it still feels like yesterday in many regards.
This day started like every other. My husband had gone to work; I was getting the kids ready to take the oldest to school. I was pretty pregnant with baby #3.
My oldest was in kindergarten. I had just gotten him to his class room that morning, and the tv in the room was on. (I always thought that was a little odd- having a tv in the room that wasn’t just for videos, but could actually get live tv.) When I walked in the room, the second plane went into the south tower. 
I remember two of the teachers telling me “We are under attack,” and thinking, “How do they know that? It was probably just a freak accident.” At the time, it wasn’t registering that plane 2 had gone into the south tower about an 30 minutes earlier, and what I was watching was a replay.
I remember thinking, “They (the teachers) look pretty somber.”
I cannot remember for sure, but I think I was in the room watching as the south tower collapsed on live tv. And then thinking, “They are on Eastern time. There were people in that building. Probably a lot of people were in that building!” 
I don’t remember driving home. I do remember thinking I should probably turn on the tv and find out what was really going on. We didn’t used to turn on the tv until evening.
I remember sitting on the couch, watching the news and being stunned. I remember wondering if my husband knew yet; we had no cell phones and I don’t know that he had email at work at this point. This wasn’t something I felt I could call him for, since we were fine and it wasn’t an emergency.
I remember crying, and wondering what kind of a world was our baby going to come into?
It wasn’t until I heard about the Pentagon being hit that I knew it was an attack on the actual USA. And when flight 93 was confirmed to have gone down in the field, it was at this point that I got scared, as in, what are they going to hit next ?
I had pregnant mush brain, so I honestly don’t remember a whole lot of other details about the following weeks. I have imprints/impressions of what was going on, but I don’t remember many other details clearly. I don’t remember if my husband came home for lunch as usual.
This is what I remember. Where were you? What do you remember?
