On that tragic September 11th, one in which far too many innocent people perished, I was in the town of Madison, New Jersey, about a forty minute train ride to New York City. I was working as a nanny and my boss worked on Wall Street in NYC. I remember I was in the living room watching TV when the news interrupted whatever it was that I was watching. The first plane had just hit the first tower. Then I got a phone call from my boss, she sounded like she was running, and there was a lot of noise in the background. She was telling me she was headed Uptown toward her brother’s apartment, then she started screaming “Oh my God, another plane hit the second tower!”. I was so confused, I didn’t know what was happening. I remember being really worried about her because they had blocked off any entrance to exit from NYC, so she was stuck there overnight, but I didn’t want the kids to be too scared, so I assured them that their Mom was okay. I remember it being a really sleepness night and I remember being able to see the smoke for weeks afterwards. It was such a tragedy. A friend of ours was a firefighter for the Bronx station and he lost his life that day. I will never forget it.