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Four years! It feels like it was just yesterday.

Best 4 years of my life.

When I was 17..

This has been floating out there in blogland for a bit so I decided to fill it out (maybe for the second time, who knows).

When you were 17, tell us what kind of car you drove, where you worked, and what you were usually up to on the weekends?

• I drove a 1990 Jeep Cherokee when I was forced to drive. Hated driving then even more than I dislike it now.

• I worked at Camp Amelia, a day camp and afterschool care, in Fernandina Beach.

• On weekends, I... I don't remember. I know I spent a lot of time with Megin. :)

Show us pictures of you when you were 17.

Sorry, Meg! But don't we look good? ;)

SADD yearbook picture

When you were 17, tell us what you wanted to be when you “grew up.”

• A special education teacher

When you were 17, tell us the kind of boys that you dated. Did you have a type? Do you have a relationship you remember well? Tell us about it.

• Nerds. 
• I actually dated my best friend's older brother. It can make things awkward now, especially since I'm still such close friends with the entire family.

When you were 17, tell us where you pictured your life 10 years from then. Did it turn out the way you expected it to?

• I always saw myself married with children (not the tv show). I had no idea who it would be to or where we would live. I didn't know if I'd be a working mom or a SAHM. I just knew I'd be married with kids.
• Did it turn out the way I expected it to? Sure! I got married when I was 25, had my first baby (SF) when I was 27 and will hopefully have another when I'm 29. :)

September 11: 10 years and one month later

On September 11 this year, I posted two lighthearted video, but I didn't forget. I felt the sadness remembering. I just didn't think I could handle all that was shown and typed on that day and come out in one piece emotionally, especially if I delved deep into my memories.

So I didn't.

But I am now, one month later, because we should remember all of the people who've given their lives all the time and not just once a year.

 Here are two videos my church showed on 9-11 about where some of our attenders and members were on that day and how it affected them.





I was sitting in my senior English class in high school when somebody came in and told the teacher to turn on the news. She did and we were all watching, in disbelief, when the planes hit the second building. We were all watching, in shock, as people started jumping to their deaths out of the buildings. We were all watching, in tears, as the buildings fell.

And we were all changed.

Where were you?