I wonder (and would be very curious to hear) about the experiences and perspectives of folks who have September 11th as a birthday.

Do you feel overshadowed? Is your birthday forever tarnished, or do you think it will become a badge of distinction? Speaking as a real-live nephew of my Uncle Sam, with a Labor Day sister, a Christmas grandmother, a Bastille Day grandfather, not to mention off-by-one Valentine's Day dad and Halloween stepsister, I especially wonder how this particular day of distinction will evolve in the coming decades.

Of course it's too early to tell, but I'd love to hear opinions from those born on or near 9/11.