...he was on a bicycle. He looked a little older than my 5-year-old little cousin.
We made eye contact, and then he flashed me the peace sign.
I smiled and gave him one back.
And on September 11th, 9 years later...my eyes welled with tears as we went in our opposite directions.
I thought about how that little boy wasn't alive in 2001. He will have no memories, no "where were you?" answer...he'll never know what the world was like before September 11th.
And as he gave me that peace sign, I was filled with a lot of hope for the world...