Has it really been eight years already?
Today's Four Line Friday Prose topic: do you remember?
I was sitting in my parent's living room, transfixed by the images playing over and over on the television screen. I remember going on the computer as soon as I woke up to sort out the final details of my six month backpacking trip through Europe, scheduled to start September 13th, and running to the TV to confirm the news plastered on every website I had visited.
My departure ended up being delayed, I think by a week or two, but I didn't care. I was just grateful to be alive.