I think we all know what today is.
The 9th anniversary of the Al Queda terrorist attacks on the United States.
When two planes flew into the twin towers of the World Trade Center.
One made it's way to the Pentagon, and slammed into one of the walls there.
And when terrorists hijacked flight 93, the passengers decided it would be better to crash the plane themselves into a field where they would be the only ones who lost their lives, rather then have the terrorist plot unfold and crash the plane into the White House.
I'll tell you a little story.
I was five years old. I had just started kindergarten. I remember walking down the hallway in a line as we went out for an extra recess we'd earned when we were stopped by my principal. He whispered into my teacher's ear, and we had to go back to class. I don't remember much else, like I said, I was five. It's hard for a five-year-old to be able comprehend big complicated events like this!
I always thought one of the scariest things was learning that the terrorists stayed overnight the day before in a town very close to mine.
And the planes left the airport in that same town.