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							<title>What do you remember about September 11, 2001?</title>
							<link>http://www.bigworldmagazine.com//question?id=93</link>
							<description>What do you remember about September 11, 2001?</description>
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							<lastBuildDate>2010-09-02 12:33:56</lastBuildDate>

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							 <title>gloria</title>
							 <link>http://www.bigworldmagazine.com//question?id=93</link>
							 <description><![CDATA[pictures of people falling out of the buildings is one image that I will never forget.]]></description>
							 <pubDate>2010-09-02 18:26:49</pubDate>
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							 <title>harriet brand</title>
							 <link>http://www.bigworldmagazine.com//question?id=93</link>
							 <description><![CDATA[I thought that I was going to die on Sept. 11, 2001. When I learned about the World Trade Center and the Pentagon, my first thought was that New York City was being attacked and I might never see my family again.  I first heard about the Twin Towers when I emerged from the subway on my way to work on the Upper West Side. I saw many cars pulled to the curb and people gathered around listening to the radio. By the time I reached my office, everyone was gathered around a TV. Public transportation had been halted.  But because the day was so sunny and beautiful, I had brought my roller blades to work.  I made a decision then that if I had to die on Sept. 11, I would choose where.  I strapped on my rollerblades and skated home downtown along the Hudson River Park path.  At first I saw few people, but by 23 Street, there were crowds covered in white dust.  I couldn't skate anymore but I had no shoes.  So at 23 Street, I jumped onto the West Side Highway.  A policeman yelled that only emergency vehicles were allowed there.  But I didn't care if they shot me.  The tears were pouring from my eyes and I only wanted to die beside my husband who I knew would be at home in the West Village.  When I reached home, my husband was still asleep.  I screamed at him that I had come home to die beside him and he said "what are you talking about? Why are you so crazy."  Then I turned on the television and we watched the towers fall.  The rest of the day stretched endlessly.  it was the longest day of my life.  But for several years following 9/11, every day seemed so precious to me, such a gift. ]]></description>
							 <pubDate>2010-09-02 22:09:53</pubDate>
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							 <title>Mary  D'Ambrosio</title>
							 <link>http://www.bigworldmagazine.com//question?id=93</link>
							 <description><![CDATA[What an extraordinary story, Harriet. At NYU we edited a book about 9/11 experiences and impressions - wish I knew you back then, so we could have included this. ]]></description>
							 <pubDate>2010-09-03 15:05:48</pubDate>
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