My mom would drive my sister and I into Concord for Middle and High School, which took us on Bailey Road that winds through the hills and down past navy bunkers.
I had many dreams about the hills, usually hiking on a path by the road and getting lost.
Sometimes we would see a sea of fog settled over Concord, so for a couple weeks we brought our camcorder (this was before smartphones) to see if we could capture it again (we never did).
We were on Bailey Rd, running late for school on 9/11/2001, when we tuned into the radio to hear about the terrorist attacks on the World Trade Center. Mom urgently requested we listen to what was being said as I gazed at the field of bunkers.