We All Remember

September 10, 2012

"Something has happened kids," said my mom. "Something very bad."
I was eight years old. I was in the third grade. I woke up that morning like it was any other, exhausted and dreading the coming day of annoying classmates and stupid assignments only to discover utter chaos was ensuing right outside my front door.

I walked downstairs to find my mom sitting at the kitchen table with my brother, who was a grade above me. They had been waiting for me. I was instructed to sit down next to them as my mom recounted the endless news headlines from that morning in a way two elementary kids could understand. Which was difficult, because we didn't understand much. Terrorists I thought... sounded an awful lot like tourists, people visiting Disney World from out of state. It didn't make sense to me.

My brother kept asking ridiculous questions, well at least they were in my head. Would we have to board up our house, do we have to move, to we have to go hide, where is dad? I panicked. I had no clue. He was traveling today, he was. But where was he? Was he on that plane? Is he okay? My mom assured us that he was fine, but that hit much too close to home at eight years old for me to forget that.

School was rough that day. Rumors and talk and gossip about what went on; I just tried to tune it all out. They were all immature third graders anyhow, no need to stoop to their level. All I could do that day was stare blankly at the wall across from my desk.

We all remember where we were on that day. And on the eve of an eleven year anniversary, it still hits me hard. No one I knew died. No one I know personally has been dramatically effected. But it still hurts. While 9/11 didn't take a loved one, I still know what it's like to lose one. She was three days old when I lost her, and though my five years of age didn't understand much, I understood hurt, and trust me that hurt a lot.

To this very day at 19 years old it still tugs on my heart strings. I can't imagine how much more it would have hurt if I had actually gotten to know her.

This coming day is a day of course, to remember those whose lives were taken; a day to honor those who so unselfishly rushed into those buildings to save lives knowing very well they weren't going to make it out. If only we all showed that bravery and dedication. Republican or democrat or libertarian or whatever you may associate yourself with, put that aside for a single day to simply respect those who gave their lives and remember those whose lives were taken.

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