As an 11-year-old, I already knew that the world was full of bad guys. The fractured fairy tales I would write with my sister and cousin were always full of villains doing dastardly deeds. So, to have bad guys do bad things seemed almost logical. Of course they would fly a plane into a building. Of course they would want to destroy America. Who would have expected otherwise? In some ways it wasn't surprising to suddenly be thrust into a story involving villains and evil terrorist groups. What was surprising was how shocked adults were about it. There were flags everywhere. There were so many newspaper articles. The teachers at my middle school in central New Jersey would talk about it all the time. They still couldn't believe something like that could happen here. It was as if they had forgotten how bad the world could be. Up until then, of course, I hadn't had too much exposure to bad events in the world. I vaguely remembered the Oklahoma City Bombing. I remembered Columb...