Some things you don’t forget.
“Did you have classes on September 11?”
“Yup.”
“When were you supposed to be in at school?”
“I wanted to be there at 12:00.”
“What day was September 11?”
“Tuesday.”
“Did they cancel classes?”
“Eventually.”
Some things you can’t remember.
I can’t remember if I tried to call any of my friends to see if they were okay.
I can’t remember if I tried to call anyone, for that matter.
I can’t remember who called me or tried to call me.
I can’t remember whether anyone who tried to call would have been able to reach me, anyway.
I can’t remember when I finally turned off the TV.
I can’t remember when they let us back below 14th Street.
I can’t remember when I finally let myself go below Houston Street.
Some things you wish were not even a dream.