[Taken from my blog, written the day Osama Bin Laden was killed] The “Where were you on 9/11?” question, one can only assume, is our generation’s “-when Kennedy was assassinated.” Being 9 (I think) and with no connection to the event I can remember watching the September 11th footage, not particularly moved by it, on the news on a repeated loop. I first saw it when my mum picked me up from school, she was sat in the car, watching it on a little handheld TV and crying. Ironically, I’m fairly sure I asked if someone had died. This was, as we all now know, only the beginning. By 10 I had “Iraq”, “Afghanistan”, “Taliban”, “Jihad” and so many other words and ideas that never would have otherwise occurred to me lodged firmly in the front of my head. Saddam Hussein and Osama Bin Laden were in some bizarre way now pop-culture icons, I know that at least in my family the rolling news just kept on rolling. Whilst it never made me happy, sad, scared, angry or anything else, the ‘War On Terror’ completely altered the society that I grew up in, the jokes and rhymes in our...