Never Forget
Just like we were told to ask our parents where they were the Day JFK was assasinated, I anticipate the day my children come home and ask me where I was on 9/11. While the beginnings of the day are still vague, I remember sitting in my dorm room at UNLV. My suitemate, Julie, had told us that something had happened. Not realizing the full meaning of what had happened, I went to my first class. When I returned, my roommate and both suitemates were in our dorm room watching the news. It was then that I realized exactly what had happened to our country that day. Like most Americans, I thought the World Trade Center was untouchable. There had been bombing attempts before that failed to take the buildings down. Watching the towers crumble, it was a harsh reality that life was we knew it was over. In the days that followed, I remember Las Vegas being a ghost town. It used to take at least an hour to get from one end of the strip to the other. After 9/11 it took minutes. The sidew