I was still an infant when 9/11 happened, but it changed the United States and much of the world. My parents have told me many things about that day, and all of them were devastating. We lived in New York City at the time. September 11 was supposed to be my sister's first day of preschool, but that was canceled along with many, many other things. There were no taxis or buses or subways that day, and, in fact, one of the subway stations was completely destroyed because it was in the World Trade Center. My mom told me I was sleeping in her arms while my sister and other children played innocently in the playground right by our apartment in New York City, when we started seeing people coming back from work in complete shock. Because all the transportation was shut down, the people had to walk all the way home. Lots of them were covered in ash and dust. My grandfather was right at the World Trade Center, waiting to walk inside, when the first airplane hit. He was in such shock that instead of going straight home, he moved the meeting to a midtown hotel, as if the rest if the day would be normal. My mom said that for a few weeks after that, it was an everyday occurance to walk by people that suddenly burst into tears. Another thing my mom remembers is that the entire city had a terrible smell for a few days; that was the smell of destruction and death. Today, we still see the after-affects of 9/11 when we go through security at the airport when we have to take our shoes off for what seems like no reason. Because I grew up with this, it feels normal to me, but my mom and dad wish we could return to the more innocent days before 9/11.