Growing up, I heard countless times older generations talk about how they would never forget where they were, what they were doing and what they felt like when President John F. Kennedy was assassinated.
It was a landmark moment in their lives, as well as a turning point in the nation.
I never knew exactly what that day must have felt like for them until Sept.11, 2001.
I was a senior in college at the University of Kentucky. Like most mornings, I was running behind as I was trying to get up out of bed and get to my first class of the day.