For the most part, I would have to say that life is back to normal. I go to school. I do homework. I play sports. I don't clean my room. You might say that I'm back in the routine. But everyday I pass the wall of missing persons at St. Vincent's Hospital on my way to school, and I get the same feeling as I did the first day it was up. Whenever I hear an airplane fly over low, I always get the same feeling. In my dreams, I am in the WTC, and it is crashing to the ground. In that respect, my life may never return to the "normal" that it once was.