There are certain monumental events in my life that I will always remember because of my specific and individual relationship to them (ex. my first day of school, my first kiss). There are events that i can remember with my family or a small group of people (ex. my grandparents death, family vacations, that epic 3-day sleepover). But then there are memories that I share with the country or the world. Every year since 9/11 I always end up having a conversation with a group of people about where we were when we found out about the attacks. It is a memory that we all have. The article from a blogger for Psychology today reflects on her own memories of 9/11 and how they were affected by the common account seen on tv and through the news that has become the memory of the masses.