Just what does it mean to “Never Forget”? That is a question I ask myself a lot, particularly in times like today, where we are recalling our experiences of 11 years ago on September 11, 2001. I could mean that I remember what I was doing. Sitting in class in 5 th grade in South Carolina. We were having a class discussion when someone walked into our classroom and whispered something into our teacher’s ear. Unlike most students, our teacher didn’t seem to think we needed to watch what was happening on tv. Instead, she started a discussion about life and hardship. I didn’t really know what in the world she was talking about. I remember coming home from school and my mom explaining that a plane had crashed into a large building, the world trade center. I remember she said it was hijacked, but that meant nothing to my limited, childhood vocabulary. All I understood was….there was a huge plane crash. I could tell you that I have never forgotten that moment, but I h