Memory is a fickle beast.
It's funny, isn't it, how we can easily recall the most boring, ancient, or useless memories, but the ones that we never want to forget do become forgotten.
I have a terrible memory. It seems that as the years roll on by, time has a way of pushing memories deep into the back of my mind, and they are only brought back to life by some random trigger.
Yet, my mind holds onto the tragedy of 9/11, as if it happened only last week.
I can clearly recall the sights & sounds being shown (non-stop) on the TV, the overwhelming sense of patriotism I felt, the fear, the anger, but most of all, the disbelief.
My thoughts and hopes of peace go out to all those that lost loved ones seven years ago.