Yesterday was the 10th anniversary of the day the world stood still.
Although it has been ten years, it really does feel like it was just yesterday. I remember the day very well. I was a freshman in high school.... 13 years old. I was at home, getting ready for school and heard something on the radio about something going on in New York. I ran downstairs and turned on the news and all I could see was one of the towers with dark black smoke billowing out of the top. I tried to get my mothers attention but she just kept yelling at me to "hurry the f*k up" because I was going to be late for school. The image stuck in my head all the way to school. When I got there it was an eerie scene... Almost everyone was in a room somewhere or standing in hallways staring at the TVs. 1st period was my french class and all we did was watch the news in shock and horror. I remember my heart stopping when the 2nd plane hit tower 2. I remember the tears, the silence, the questions, shuffling from class to class in a hurry just so you wouldn't miss anything on TV. 13 years old and the world changing in an instant.
They say that 9/11 is the "Pearl Harbor" of our generation. Before then I never knew how important the towers were. Where Iraq or Afghanistan were. Al-qaeda, Jihad, terrorism, Bin Laden, Hussein... all these and so many other things that were once foreign became apart of everyday life for us all.
Here I am. 24 Years old. Married to a United States Soldier who has fought for our freedom, the war that began shortly after 9/11. Unfortunately this is a different war, a different time and sadly enough this country is NOT united as they were 10 years ago or even 60 years ago during WWII.
We must never forget. We must always remember. I pray that my children and grandchildren will never experience what we all felt that day. I was alive when the world stopped turning, on that September day.