See, I was in first grade and I remember where I was but my mother swears I am wrong. I KNOW that we were at the dentist's office near my grandma's house. Dr. Hood was a really, really awesome dentist who had been practicing for about fifty years and was really skilled in doing basic dental work with neither significant pain nor anesthesia, so we would, twice a year, take a day off from school entirely, drive 90 minutes down to Adrian, MI, and spend the day getting all six family members caught up on dental care. That day happened to the the day Challenger blew up. I was bummed to not be in school, but six back to back appointments had been scheduled months earlier and there was no rescheduling. There was, however, a tv in the dentist's waiting room, and so my sister and I, the older kids, went first so we'd be done in time to watch the launch. The rest is history, and we drove back to my grandma's house and alternately were distracted by the grown-ups and forgotten by them as everyone watched the tv. I remember seeing the video replayed several times that afternoon.
My mother swears that it's all an invention and that we were in school that day, so who knows who is right. Memory is weird.
I definitely remember 9/11, but I remember most distinctly the hour or so before I found out. I'd just gotten out of my parents' house and moved into the dorm at school, and had some hope for the future for the first time in a long time. By that I mean I considered the possibility that I might survive to full, normal adulthood--life had been pretty sucky for me for a while. I remember walking across a little bridge on campus experiencing joy for quite literally the first time in months and thinking optimistic thoughts, then walked up to my dorm room and saw the video of the second plane hitting the tower through the open door of another girl's room. And while my life got better, the US curled up in a sad little fearful ball in the corner and hasn't gotten up yet.
I don't think we're ever going to recover from 9/11. Few people seem to even want to anymore. Our new normal of fear and suspicion became so institutionalized so fast that it can never be easily extricated.