Originally published: 7/6/2011 On the morning of September 11th, 2001 I was a nanny for an infant I’ll call Chrissy. I was hanging out with Chrissy in the living room of her family’s home, watching a Little House on the Prairie rerun. During a commercial, I walked into the connected kitchen to get something. When I turned the corner back to the living room, I saw news footage on the TV of what appeared to be a building blowing up. In the few moments before I comprehended what was being shown, I wondered why they were showing footage of the Oklahoma City bombing. Was it an anniversary or something? Once…