There are so many to choose from, but 9/11 comes to the forefront of my mind.

I was home with my barely three-week-old daughter, who was attempting to breastfeed again. It wasn’t an easy road, and I envied the other mothers who said their babies latched on naturally, but I digress.

So I was sitting in my rocking chair with my tiny baby girl, trying to feed her while watching a rerun of Xena Warrior Princess when the television blurred with “schedule programming has been interrupted with this live news report.”

I watched the plane strike the Twin Towers and looked at my newborn daughter with trepidation, wondering what kind of world I’d brought her into.