I noticed immediately that the museum had lots of high vaulted ceilings with exhibits that reached feet into the air above everyone’s heads. Looking up at faces, stories, artifacts, and videos associated with this event reminded me of being six again and the day that it all transpired. Seeing video clips of the news coverage from the attacks really threw me and I had a bit of a flashback feeling to watching the news when I got home from school that day in 2001. It was a very odd feeling of déjà vu.
The part of the museum that got to me the most, but was also the part that I appreciated the most, was “Trying to Remember the Color of the Sky on That September Morning.” I thought that not only was it physically beautiful, but also the idea of it was beautiful. It is so true that everyone remembers that day differently. Everyone has their own story of where they were when they heard and how they felt. The Virgil quote “No day shall erase you from the memory of time” was very appropriate.