Here's a repost of the post I wrote 2 years ago to honor 9/11
I actually wrote this last year but it somehow got deleted. So I
revised the title and decided to repost it on the 11th anniversary:
was 7 years old. Sitting innocently in my 2nd grade classroom when the
first tower was hit. The teachers did not want to scare us so they
didn't tell us what was going on. Strange things happened that day
though and it's amazing what a kid can pick up on. A lot of my
classmates were getting taken out of school, one was pulled right from
our line on our way to music class. The teachers held hushed
conversations. I knew something was going on.
I just didn't know what.
my sister and I got home my mom met us at the front door and we sat
outside on the front steps. She told us a simplified version of what had
happened that day. I did not understand, I don't even think I cared. It
was like hearing about a story or movie where a bunch of people I
didn't know died. I didn't get the magnitude of it, not for years did it
hit me emotionally.
September 11th 2001 was the first
major historical event that I lived through. It will be a memory that I
will never forget. It's weird to think that the kids that weren't born
or were babies at the time (like my little sister) never knew a world
without the fear of terrorists or the war. I'm thankful that our country
was somewhat peaceful for the first 7 years of my life.
the past 5 school years in my history classes when the anniversary of
the attacks comes around we watch a documentary or a TV special on the
subject. When I watch these people talking about their loved ones that
died or when I hear these phone conversations, actually recordings of
people saying goodbye, it just gets to me. I can't imagine what
was going through their minds when the realized that they had no chance,
that they were going to die. The fear, the terror, the panic. I'm not
brave or strong enough to even think about how I would handle that. I
know that I would be praying madly and I know that the fact that I have
God watching over me would help but I don't know...it's just so
When I think about those brave
passengers that overpowered the terrorists, I'm overcome with pride for
the citizens of our country. That we have people that are so willing to
sacrifice themselves to save more lives. Their bravery will never be
Lets remember, today and always. September 11th 2001.