Five years ago I was packing boxes ready to move when I heard that a plane had hit the World Trade Center. For the rest of the afternoon I watched in horror, transfixed by the unfolding events. I was five months pregnant and looking forward to moving, to preparing a new house for our baby, to starting the next phase of my life.
Looking back they were days of a kind of global-innocence; 9/11 forever changed the way I, like many, view the world. This afternoon, watching the rememberance ceremonies in New York, that same baby was asking me if the bad men will come and get him, if they will take our house away like they did the ‘Twin Castles’. Well of course they won’t but I wish I didn’t have to teach him, even gradually, about evil and bad people and dangerous men who fly planes into buildings and kill thousands of people.
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