Wow. Has it been ten years already?
Ten years ago today, I sat in a classroom. A teacher wheeled a TV in and turned on the news. Life changed. One of my teachers was anxious – she had a brother who worked at the Pentagon. (He was safe.)
This was the first time I’d heard of terrorism. I had a hard time understanding how people could do such things to fellow human beings. Sometimes, I still wonder.
I remember the following days. The news was always on, and I hoped every day that more survivors would be found in the wreckage. It was a black day for me when I heard that nobody expected to find any more still living.
My family was not directly affected by the attacks that day – but I have often mourned for those that were.
It’s been ten years, America. Don’t forget – and don’t give up.