September 11, 2001

This post's a little long but bear with me here.

We all remember the day. Where we were, what we were doing. I was at school. My mom took me out early. She and my friend's mom who also took her kid out of school both seemed panicked, as if they knew something we didn't. But at that moment i was happy, I was missing school, and that's all that I knew. When I got home, my au pair said there had been a plane crash. The t.v. was on with the news, but i was really young and didn't think much of it. I thought it was just a plane crash. I would later find out what had happened. A plane had hit the World Trade Center, first one tower then the other. Another plane had hit the Pentagon, and a plane had crashed in a field. I didn't really understand that last part, so different from the rest. I now know with age the courage of those on that flight, Flight 93, of those emergency workers in Manhattan, and of the entire country to come together to help one another after this tragic event. We would never let any terrorist cowards get to us. Just like we never will. Thank you to all of those courageous fighters of September 11, 2001 who have helped preserve the freedom of America. Thank you to those that today are fighting for the American dream. Rest in Peace to those freedom fighters that are no longer with us.