Ten years ago, on this day, I was sitting in my sixth grade classroom, wondering why they were making us have indoor recess when it was bright and sunny outside. Wondering why the parents of my fellow classmates were popping into the room left and right to take them home. Wondering why we got yelled at when one of the kids tried to explain it to us on the bus ride home, two hours before school was even supposed to end. And wondering why my mom was crying and hugging me the second I walked through the door.
I didn't lose any family members to those attacks. I don't know anyone, personally or distantly, that were killed on that day. But thinking about that day still makes me extremely sad, even more now since I'm not the clueless twelve-year-old that I was back then.
To those who lost their lives in these devastating attacks, may you rest in peace. To those who lost family members or friends in these devastating attacks, you're in my thoughts and prayers. Take a moment of silence sometime today and honor those who aren't with us anymore.
And God bless the USA.