A day of such great devastation... haunting pictures forever burnt into our minds. The children ask "Why did that building fall down Mommy?" The anguish a mother feels, trying to explain in terms they will understand. "Because some bad people wanted it too baby." I try to look at it from his point of view... A plane hit a building, the building fell down, people died. I want him to understand what is happeneing, but should I lay such a heavy burdon on his small shoulders? Will he dream like I did as a child, of great terror? Of a third world war? I decide not to tell him... Day's have passed by...the TV carries nothing but that story... He's outside now, playing as he alway's does ... not a fear or doubt in his mind that he's safe. He play's.... jumping, running, laughing, just being a seven year old... and then...he looks towards the heavens...with a worried look in his eye's and asks "Mommy? Will the bad people want to hurt me too?" In a matter of a half an hour, on a Tuesday morning, his little life was changed forever. I can't help but to get angry ,and as I clench my teeth ... ask..."Why?" Sept. 13, 2001