I remember exactly where I was four years ago today. I'll remember that moment for the rest of my life. I immediately understood what my parents meant when they said they remembered exactly where they were the day JFK was killed in Dallas.

Sure, I remember a little about where I was the day Reagan was shot, but that memory is nothing compared to 9/11.

I look back over the last four years and wonder just how much different life is now than it was then. Sure, I'm more annoyed at the airport, but Xanax takes care of most of that for me now. Sure, gas prices are higher, but that would have happened anyway. But when I get right down to it, I don't know that I approach daily life today any differently than I did on 9/10/2001.

Which means that, at least for me, they didn't win. Yes, what happened was horrible, and many, many people worldwide were impacted. But I'm not looking over my shoulder every day wondering if the building I just passed would suddenly explode. I don't fear getting on a bus (well, any more than I would have feared it before) or flying on a plane (ditto previous parenthetical remark).

Does that make me naive? I don't know. But as I watch the memorial services on TV this morning, I am still proud to be an American and I welcome the freedoms that these terrorists would like to have taken from me.