Meghan Cox Gurdon: What we remember from 9/11

We all know where we were. We can remember that morning with near-exactitude, if we make the effort. It was a day when the weather feels like a happy cliché, the sky that particular shade of rich blue that only ever seems to come in September, the air just cooling as autumn gently pushed summer aside.

My family happened to be living at the time in Toronto. I had a newborn and a toddler at home; my husband had just left to take the older two to school. That lovely morning I was puttering around the kitchen, half-listening to the voice of the American draft dodger who hosted the CBC’s big morning news show. Just after 8:30 am, the station began airing a pre-taped interview with some provincial official.