September is a weird month for me. In a sudden rush I feel nostalgia come over me like a wave, yet it’s wrapped up tightly in anxiety and an overall feeling of uneasiness. I spend most of September feeling like a little kid, still overly excited about the idea of new notebooks and pens, and also afraid of what might happen next.
In 2001, I was in the third grade. I was seven years old when 9/11 happened and I was also absolutely certain that my brother and dad were lying about these attacks they were telling me about. I wouldn’t believe them until I heard Tom Brokaw confirm it for me on the news that evening.