9/11
Sitting in my parents house I feel like I did 10 years ago. I feel like I did that day because I’m in the same house I was when it happened. I haven’t lived home in 9 years so it feels surreal to experience the 10 year anniversary of 9/11 here again. 10 yrs ago I was a senior in highschool. I was in my AP Euro history class discussing the renaissance when the teacher across the computer lab rushed over to say a plane had hit TWC. We went over to his classroom because our tv didn’t work. We watched huddled in a group as the second plane hit. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. This was happening, when the first tower fell my heart sank. How was I supposed to get back to class. This was tragic. I was only 17 and feared for the future. We were allowed to go home for the day. My best friend drove us home in shock and we went home to our families. My parents were in shock and panic. They weren’t allowing my sister to go to school because she was at a big university and they worried for her safety. We stayed home and watched news coverage. That days events will always be with me. The sites and people and even the mood of the day live in my heart forever. I will never forget the lives lost, the heroism of the firefighters, paramedics, police officers, and civilians who gave thier lives to save others. Our country was forever changed and so was I. I grew up a lot that day and I learned to cherish my life and those of the ones I love. Never forget I know I won’t. Never
