Today marks the 13th anniversary of the terrorist attacks on the World Trade Center, the Pentagon, and Flight 93 in Pennsylvania. I still remember 9.11.01 exactly like it was yesterday. I think everyone should take a moment to remember where they were, remember the lost, and the brave men and woman who sacrificed their life for our safety and freedom. On this day, I was in fourth grade. I remember my teacher was sitting at her desk and my classmates and I were doing a group activity. The phone in the classroom rang and my teacher called my name. She told me to go to the Principals office. Right then and there I was so nervous. I knew I didn’t do anything wrong and then I ultimately thought of my parents. My classmates kept yelling- oooohhh you’re in trouble (because I was called to the Principals office). I remember quickly walking to the Principals office because I wanted to know what was going on. On my walk there, I heard teachers in the hallways saying “I can’t believe this happened.” This got me worried even more so I ran faster. I then saw my mom in complete disbelief. She was so happy to see me and I could see worry in her eyes as she went down to hug me. So many things were going on in my head, where is my father, what is going on, and why are you here? She then said Dad is fine and she was bringing me home. She said she was going to explain in the car as to why she was picking me up. This is when it got a little blurry. The next thing I remember was watching the news with my mother and having the house phone in my hand waiting for my Dad to call me. My Dad, at the time, worked in Boston every Monday – Friday. He worked in one of the tallest buildings in the city and that made me extremely nervous that day. I then just remember my emotions being all over the place. I was very young and still couldn’t comprehend why there were planes crashing into giant buildings. I just knew that this wasn’t normal and they were destroying my home…America. By living so close to NYC, everyone was worried about their loved ones who worked in the City. It was a very difficult time for members of the Connecticut community as they lived in fear wondering if their loved ones would return that night. The days following 9/11, we spoke about what happened in school but most importantly I had a better understanding of how many men and woman risked their lives that day. We are one in America and anyone would do anything they can for this country. America is my home and I am more and more proud to be an American.
“We shall never forget
We shall keep this day,
We shall keep the events and the tears
In our minds, our memory and our hearts
and take them with us as we carry on.”