I keep thinking and talking about the World Trade Center on 9/11, which happened nearly seven years ago. Okay, I will admit that I talked about New York and World Trade Center before 9/11. Whenever I mention the World Trade Center, people laugh and smile at me, which I personally find it offensive. Perhaps I am overtly sensitive.

I wish I can stop thinking and talking about the World Trade Center and 9/11. It is not easy to not think about that day when the World Trade Center came crashing down violently onto the streets of New York claiming 2,800 lives.
It is like the festering wound that will not heal. Yes, I know it was a very horrible and dark day we should never forget. Part me of wants to not think about that horrible day, also I do not want to forget. In fact, I feel morally obligated to keep its memory alive.
