Growing up in New York, I watched the twin towers of the World Trade Center going up in the early 1970s. I recall how, at times, one of the buildings was rising a few floors faster than the other. But once it was all said and done, there they were — those two monolithic, perfectly symmetrical towers that, while nowhere near as ornate and distinctive as the Empire State Building, still managed to add a sleek modern touch to the classic Manhattan skyline.
The morning of 9/11, I watched numbly — as did we all — as the towers, and by extension our nation's psyche, were attacked by a monstrously calculating enemy we'd soon know a lot more about.
We all have our stories and memories from that catastrophic day. As divisive as the political climate is today, it's not hard to remember the unity and call to arms that many in this country felt as the tons of rubble finally came to rest.