September 11th, I'll Never Forget.

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I remember the entire day even though it was 10 years ago. I was in 3rd grade, and we were working on a project in a computer lab. All the teachers were flocked around TV's, but wouldn't let the students see; they didn't tell us anything. I remember after a view minutes, our teacher came in and asked us to write something about America, why we love America, what it's like to be an American. It was an odd, and random, assignment, but we did it. I went home, everyone was talking a building that was bombed. What? Who would bomb a building? A plane? What?


I got home, and my parents had the news on every TV in the house. I remember all the after school shows showing specials about safety, loving our nation, trying to explain what happened, trying to make sense of it. It didn't work, nothing made sense. It still doesn't make sense. I remember laying in my bed that night, crying, thinking that a plane was going to fly through the ceiling of my room. I didn't understand, I still don't understand. I will never understand; and I will never forget.


Think about where you were that day, remember what you felt. Our only obligation is to never forget. We cannot allow hate to be associated with this day. Hate will only cause more instances of hate to occur. Remember how you held your children closer that night, remember that each day, we get to choose be to good people. People who want to fill the world with love, peace, and a sense of safety. Just remember.

Thank you to the firemen, police officers, and all other respondents on that day. Even though there might not be "room for you" at ground zero for the 10th anniversary, thank you for risking it all, giving it all, all for us. For showing up where you wish there wasn't room for you. Things like that not only puzzle me, but deeply sadden me. But that seems to be a trend in this world, we seem to push away the one who give their all for us.